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Formaldehyde is the Punchline, Isn't It?
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2021-11-05 21:29:06“You don't give me much of a choice.” I crossed my arms, cheeks flaring at his attitude. “You invite me to stay, then criticize me for bothering you?”
“I did no such thing. I'm merely pointing out your fallacy.” He near-shoved me onto the couch. “Do you think you're safe here, maggot? Do you think life is a petting zoo in which you can frolic at no expense?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then I've failed you, worm.” He leaned into me, bent leg driven between my knees. “At no point did I say I am safe.”
“Most things aren't: even chocolate. It can give you hypertension-”
“Food! All you drone on about is food. Is that all life is to you? Pleasure? But at what cost, Shannon?” he asked, voice wild.
“Stop! Whatever you're doing, I hate it!”
“Y
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