Chapter 20
“If death were a person, I’d throat punch him, push him down a fire-ant covered hill, and then set him on fire. Or her. I mean, I guess death could be a chick. Actually, the more I think about it, death would definitely be a chick. Women are just more likely to drag the whole murdering process out. After all, a quick death would be a gift to your enemy. Only your friends deserve quick deaths. Because, again, only a woman would think about their friends needing killing. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I’m merely talking about killing them if they do something ridiculous like lick your mate or rub her scent all over him. Then, bestie or not, she’ll be pushing up daisies. Okay, enough about that, carry on with the story. You have my permission.” ~Jen
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