Wow. First time I’ve ever seen Ray caught off-guard. Wide eyes and everything.
There’s a twisted part of me, the part that takes enormous glee in deviating from the mores of my painfully polite upbringing, that has enormous admiration for a person who starts a conversation with a small child with “Sweetheart. What the fuck.”
And she’s eating one of Ben’s pickles.
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