Glass and Ice
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"Glass?" I asked, staring at the old man's lazy eye. Honestly this man must be delusional.
"Yes and ice."
Oh forgive me how could I have forgotten the ice.
I glanced up at Vladimir but he wasn't meeting my gaze. My innocent glance turned into a glare as I searched his face. He didn't believe this filthy old man did he?
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my child." I gritted out firmly.
The old man smiled unpleasantly, "There will be."
I could only glare at his deformed back as he shuffled gracelessly out our door.
"There will be." I heard him mutter once again before I slammed the door.
What was I going to do?
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