You were cooking your famous homemade chicken Alfredo that I LOVED. You asked if I finally wanted to try garlic bread, and I accidentally hissed at you, before respectfully shaking my head no. You laughed, as you continued cooking, humming to yourself. You walked over to me to give a kiss on the cheek, and slice your arm open on the unfinished counter. I tried to resist, but I physically couldn’t, running over and licking off the blood.
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