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“Sonofabitch!” Jack slammed the pan down, smoke rising from the inedible mess.
“Burn dinner again?” asked Ennis, hearing Jack utter a few more swears from the urban
dictionary.
“Oven’s busted. Was supposed to be
chicken cutlets, but now it looks like campfire coals.” He opened the door, and fiddled with the heating element.
“Think ya can fix it?” asked Ennis, admiring the
plumber’s crack that appeared when Jack bent over.
“Doubt it. Bad enough I can’t cook worth a damn.”
Ennis stroked Jack’s lower back. “We can head to Sears when we’re done in bed.”
“Who said anything about… …oh!”
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And I agree with you cwby30! Run, don't walk, over to the Chocolate Challenge voting! I've already casted my votes and tell you what, it's real hard to pick just one in each category!