I swear to god when Vin comes home from the meat market, he acts like he went hunting or some shit. "Check these out, babe." He dumped a pile of deer sausages on the counter.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not touching your nasty sausage."
"Admit it. You want it. You want my sausage bad."
"Fuck you."
"This vegetarian crap is just a phase. Eventually you'
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