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Edgeworth stood on the porch, waiting for the mail. He had left Lang inside, not wanting him to attack the package again. Edgeworth turned around to hear Lang pawing at the glass. No, he couldn't give in. Lang had to stay inside. Lang whimpered and stopped. Why was Edgeworth so mad he ripped open the package?
He took out the item and handed Lang the box. "Lang, honey, once I have the item out of the box, you can have it, but not before." Lang nodded as he started to rip up the box.