Back off, Gregory, I said, and my voice sounded harsh and like I meant it, even while I blushed. Feed in that most intimate of places, but something about it panicked him. They're like this hyperfocus predator. Trapped by what? That was the ten-thousand-dollar question.
I shrugged. Who? It all went back to who. I'm stuck here until it's fed. Honest, he's really good at the baking stuff.
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