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“Stop that.” My jaw clenches. Without stopping to chew her mouthful, she takes another bite. Her gaze fixes on mine with open defiance. She’s like a cat that’s eaten the proverbial canary and gives no fucks that it has feathers sticking out of its jaw.
“You are not eating a cock sandwich,” I snarl. “Not in this house.” Seraphine raises her chin and glares up at me, pretty eyes burning with insolence. “You’re supposed to be cleaning up,” I snarl. “I am,” she replies in a monotone.
