George points his finger at me. “I warned you,” he growls. That…confuses me. I thought he’d just flipped his lid. “Warned me about what?” I ask him. “I told you if I found I saw a speck of blue on her, I was going to tear off your limbs and feed them to the bears.” I’ll take suggestions on what to say to something like that. “I’m sorry, what?” is probably the worst response I could give, but it’s the one that pops out. He continues to point a finger at me. I’m beyond grateful that it’s not armed. “You hid her away over here in the Vincent corner, hoping I wouldn’t ever see it. But I’m smart,
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