Breed Me A God
He chewed noisily, staring at me the whole time.
“…great,” I said, voice tight. “We’re making progress.”
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Breakfast turned into a disaster.
The eggs? He dug his fingers right in, squished the yolk between them, then licked it off like it was pudding. The fruit? He smashed a grape against the plate until it popped, then laughed, actually laughed, this weird breathy sound that made my skin crawl.
By the time he was done, the tray looked like a crime scene, and I was ready to put my head through the wall.
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