“I’m sorry, Carl,” Prepotente said. “I shouldn’t have called you malodorous. Nor should I have questioned your ability to inexpertly set off every trap in the area.” “Yeah, uh, no worries. Sorry about telling you to suck my dick.” Miriam beamed. When she did, I could see the twin fangs, and suddenly that motherly feeling she gave off vanished and was replaced by an uneasy revulsion. “See, now that wasn’t so hard. Now both of you hug.” “Uh,” I said. Prepotente removed himself from Miriam and approached me, arms wide. Tears glistened in his goat eyes. “Yes, Carl,” Donut said. “Be a good boy and
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