“And really, Memphis. It’s the least you can do after all the damage you’ve inflicted on my poor little tootsies.” A vein in his neck flexes. “I haven’t done shit to your poor little tootsies. It’s not my fault you stepped on a nail and got stung by a bee.” That’s just semantics. “All of which happened in your presence. Fortunately, I’m giving you a chance to make amends.” “Christ.” He looks like he’s trying his hardest not to laugh. “You sound fucking insane. You know that, right?” I bring my pointer finger and thumb close together. “Little bit.” I’m about to resort to puppy faces again
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