“It’s funny how you use logic in an argument and think it will persuade me.” “He is still teething. He’ll need something to gnaw on.” “On one hand, a clean Conlan eating cereal. On the other, Conlan covered in blood gnawing on a deer leg.” “Which one seems more like your kid?” Curran asked. I gave him the look of death. He laughed. “Okay,” I told him. “But if he gets worms, it’s on you.” Curran turned onto Jeremiah Street. “I let him eat a mouse in the forest yesterday.” “Of course you did. Why wouldn’t you let your baby eat some filthy rodent in the woods?” “He caught it himself. I’m not
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