It Should Have Been Like This
I asked, my lips curling in distaste.
Ferris furrowed his brow, seemingly perplexed by my reaction. "What's wrong with drinking it?" he inquired, his tone laced with innocence.
Stroking my chin in a feign contemplative gesture, I responded, "Let's see—you probably found it under your car seat, it's warm, and it's covered in bacteria. Sorry, honey, but there's no way I'm drinking that… that disease!" I emphasized, shuddering slightly. "I'll stick to swallowing my own saliva, thank you very much," I added, rolling my eyes.
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