All Yours, Daddies
In true Malachi HawkThorne fashion, I choose the latter.
I’m unable to cease my laughter. It’s only a matter of time before my brothers join me, even when I can tell they do not understand why all of this is so funny to me.
“Can you believe it?” I finally say, when my words come back to me. “I could have sworn she’s never gotten a parking ticket in her entire laugh, and she has a whole murderer and rapist for a son! Humans…” I shake my head, my laughter slowly dying at the base of my throat. “We’re impossible, really.”
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