![]() ![]() “You really enjoyed that, did you?” I grab another piece of meat and then lean toward her. When she doesn’t answer me, I call her out. “I know you did not just do that.” She has guilt written all over her face, her lips forming a thin line, and then she gets all squirmy. ![]() “I know you did not just spit that bite of meat out in your hand, and then chuck it over your shoulder.” I point my spatula at her accusingly with a raised brow. “Am I seeing things?” I question in a high-pitched voice, waving my spatula around. I can’t believe what I think I just saw happen before my eyes. I turn around and watch with curiosity as she runs to a spot about five feet behind Lexi, sniffing the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of movement, and then out of nowhere, Kimber leaps up and scurries off. I look at her with pride, then turn to make myself a plate. Tastes like chicken.” She shrugs her shoulders as if eating rattlesnake is an everyday occurrence. ![]()
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