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“What did you buy a neti pot for, Crane?” Abbie asked, picking up the pot out of the box that had just been delivered.
Crane leered evilly at her. She knew why. She knew exactly why.
“And an ear cleaning kit, too?” She questioned, picking it out of the box and flipping it over, “extremely deep cleaning. Huh.”
There was one last thing in the box, though most of it was obscured by inflatable packing materials. She raised an eyebrow, eyeing Crane. He stared back at her, still looking wounded. She grinned.
“You know, if that’s an enema, I am so not helping you with that,” she said.