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His son, Leo, hadn't spoken since the move. The boy had retreated into a silent world of cardboard boxes and unfamiliar echoes in their new, smaller apartment. The only thing that still seemed to anchor him to his old life was his obsession with the "Pups"—the brave rescuers who always knew how to fix a problem.

At the checkout, the teenager behind the register scanned them with a robotic beep. "Big fan of the show?" he asked, not looking up. buy paw patrol cookies

Leo crept out from under his covers, his eyes widening. He sat across from his father, his small hand reaching out to touch the "Rocky" cookie. His son, Leo, hadn't spoken since the move

Now, Elias felt less like a firefighter and more like the wreckage. He looked at the price tag, then at the meager balance on his banking app. It was a choice between these cookies and the "fancy" milk Leo liked, or perhaps the good dish soap. He tossed the box into the cart. At the checkout, the teenager behind the register

Elias reached for the box, his fingers lingering on the cardboard. He remembered the last time they’d bought these. It was a Saturday morning in their old house, the sun streaming through a kitchen window that no longer belonged to them. Leo had insisted on giving the "Marshall" cookie to his dad because "dads are firefighters for bad days."