“Uh, Val…” Rob says cautiously. “I can’t let you kill him.” I huff as I shove the towel into the bread slot on the toaster. “I won’t plug it in.” I think I hear the girl snicker, but I don’t stop. My thick shoes sound heavy on the steps, and I’m practically huffing by the time I reach the top. How dare he. At the end of the hall, our bedroom door is open. How fucking dare he.
LMAOOO THEY FUNNY ASF
