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Who needed human friends when they had a box of wine and a feral raccoon, anyway?
They were friends, but… It was kind of a murdery friendship.
“We don’t do business with just anyone.” “That’s not true,” Mac said. “You guys have basically no standards.” “Ha! We have weird standards, not no standards.”
She looked like a cat who was about to play with a mouse…in a way that punctured a few of the mouse’s vital organs.
“Oreos for breakfast?” I asked. “With milk!” She grinned widely. “That’s how it’s healthy.”
“We could maybe use some bailout help later.” “Bailout help?” I asked. “Hopefully not. But there’s no point having friends if they can’t bail you out of trouble.”
