"Here you are," she said, offering Stacy a chew toy.
Stacy began to chew on the rawhide bone, when suddenly, she blinked and dropped the chewtoy. "What the hell am I doing?" She said, getting up.
"What do you mean?" Amanda said, seemingly innocent.
"You gave me a chewtoy," Stacy insisted.
"A what? I offered you a pretzel stick," she said, pointing to the floor. There was, in fact, a pretzel stick there, with her teeth marks on it. Stacy blinked. "Are you sure you are feeling all right?" The older woman asked her.
Stacy sat on the couch, confused. "I...guess," she said, staring at the pretzel stick, which Amanda picked up and threw away before sitting next to her. The teen still had a perplexed look on her face.
"Why don't you tell me what you've been learning in school?" Amanda suggested.
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