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not now you weirdo

send them to bed then show me your tits

Duchess

They’re in 7th and 10th grade. I don’t send them to bed. They go on their own.

well chop chop

what do we do to get this started?

Duchess

It’s only seven.

I’m dying here

I’ve been such a good boy

I think I deserve some pets

Taryn rolls her eyes so hard, I fear they might never go back in place, and then how would she watch Lucy get trapped by a gigantic loaf of bread in her kitchen? This is a funny show.

After a minute, she texts her one word reply to me.

Duchess

No.

come on

Duchess

No pets while you’re recovering.

I’m fine

healthy as a horse

Duchess

So that wasn’t you this morning complaining how everything hurt.

It’s my turn to roll my eyes.

I need you to kiss it better

Duchess

No. Not until you’re healed.

I huff.

spoilsport

see how old-fashioned I am?

That makes her mouth twitch. More motivation.