“Holy shit, Dad, that stinks like a dead dog!”
“Shut yer hole, brat.”
“Ass.”
“Shrimp.”
“Cradle robber.”
Cain blinked, then glanced up from the skillet with a raised eyebrow. “You were gonna say ‘pedophile,’ weren’t you?”
“Maybe.” Hank chirped, leaning over to blithely stick her finger in the simmering pan.
“What the fuck, Hank?!?! Who you
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