"Honestly Mark, use a napkin! Your hands are greasy and gross"
"Come on Clara, it's not that bad!"
"You refuse to use silverware to eat, the least you can do is clean up a little"
Mark groans and reluctantly wipes his paws.
"There! Better?"
"Very, now come here"
Mark pushes his snout against her cheek
"What is this, our fifth Thanksgiving together?"
"Sixth, I was Eighteen when we met, that was a few days before Thanksgiving, I'm now twenty-four"
"God, your getting so old baby, what am I gonna do with you?"
"Shut up Mark, we're the same age"
"Oh no, I'm getting old too! What am I gonna do babe?"
They giggle together
"Im tired, too much Turkey. You put up dinner wolfie?"
"Sure, go get some rest angel, I'll get everything done."
Clara loves Thanksgiving.
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Town Of Monsters
ParanormalA book that holds smaller books that are in the same universe. The books include both Monsters and Humans but mostly my own messed up monsters (All of these stories take place in the same town, keep in mind while you read)
