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I wouldn’t mind more of those red velvet cookies though. They were good.
My thighs clenched, and I gritted out, “Marley & Me.” “Put it in.” Put it—oh, the DVD. I needed to get my mind out of the gutter.
Oh hey, Dad, nice to see you. By the way, did you try to murder me? Yes? Oh damn, okay.
Why the fuck did everyone want to talk about her? Was it Torture Alex with Ava’s Name day?