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“Let me get this straight.”
“Darlin’, you’ve never gotten anything straight, but sure, go ahead.”
Alex yanks on that one perfect curl dangling over Michael’s forehead in retaliation.
“Ow! Sorry.”
Alex laughs. “Are not ya big liar. So, you’re telling me you found this tiny ball of black fur and death blades you call claws-”
“Uh-huh.”
“-sleeping in your cowboy hat at Sanders’ today after work-”
“Yes.”
“-and you brought it home-”
“Mmhmm.”
“-and dubbed it ‘Venom’-”
“Yeah.”
“-because it’s been stealing the tater tots off your plate.”
“Cool, huh! Can we keep ‘im?”
“You’re ridiculous and I love you.”