Nov 1, 2024
Mickey shrugged, “Or I expect my pretty wife to do it.”
“Who wore white again?” Ian asked. “And threatened to kill someone over chair colors?”
“Who just dragged me all around to decorate our fucking bed?”
“We still have those zip ties from the move right?” Ian asked, as he portioned food out. He looked at Mickey, his grin returning a little when he noticed the older man's concern grew.
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