The One
If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably.
The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention.
“You like the game, right? What's the name?”
The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.”
“What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?"
To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”
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