“It’s probably your face,” he said truthfully as he trotted alongside me. “Just being honest but you look like you survived a bear attack.” Isis looked back, hearing Quan’s remarks before glancing at me. She suddenly glared at Quan. “That’s a bad kitty!” she fussed. “You don’t say that about friends. Bad kitty–––” “Bitch…” Quan let out before hissing and showing teeth. “Bad kitty these nuts–––”
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