“You okay?” he asked. “Fine,” I wheezed. “Good.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “Because you know if you die, they’ll definitely blame me. They always look at the husband first.” “I’d like to point out that this would have actually been your fault.” “I would tell the jury that you were threatening me with dangling spit and they would dismiss the charges immediately.” “Shut up.” I planted one foot on his back and gave him a shove. “And they’d award me the bed as compensation for my pain and suffering.” “You wouldn’t even give me the bed if you killed me?” “You’d be dead! What would you use
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