see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
The petulant little brat smacks the food off the table, and you're half-tempted to bend him over your knee and spank him for his insolence. Instead you lean forward, a sudden flash of anger coming over your usually placid face. Your right hand comes down on the barrel; your left reaches out in an attempt to snag him by the collar, maybe give a little shake. "Seein', fuckin'. Look, Jack- this is important t'me, okay? An' it's got nothin' t'do with you. But if If I hafta deal with you bein' a little princess about it, things ain't gonna go well."
Releasing him with a small shove, you plop back down on your stool and fix him with an aggravated glare. "Couple," you snap in response to his questions, clearly still miffed. "Th'plague kind. Th'kind that makes people act like fuckin' idiots while they're drippin' wet with fever. Whaddya think I am, a doctor?" You've reclaimed the whiskey by now, and take aunhealthy pull. It's rare to see you properly put out, but the boy has a gift.
Releasing him with a small shove, you plop back down on your stool and fix him with an aggravated glare. "Couple," you snap in response to his questions, clearly still miffed. "Th'plague kind. Th'kind that makes people act like fuckin' idiots while they're drippin' wet with fever. Whaddya think I am, a doctor?" You've reclaimed the whiskey by now, and take a
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