“Sitting still is fatal. All succumb to being sedentary.”
He rolls his eyes, again.
“Bitch, I’m inexorable. I’m outrageous. Gem and the Holograms style. Pull out those old safety pins,” she tells him.
There’s an outburst of birds chittering on the otherside of her windowsill.
“They want peanuts. Unsalted,” she says motioning to the miniature flock.
“I will destroy you,” he offers.
“I know. I know. You tell me that every night.”
“Yeah, but I mean it this time.”
“I know. You’re hopelessly ruthless. I believed you the first twelve times you told me. Come to slay me or save me from the other wolf?”
“You calling me ‘Peter’?”
“No, I’m calling you a boy in wolf clothing.”
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