❝So when he heard about the “hybrids” — half human, half engineered — he told the supplier he needed a milk cow. That was the excuse. The truth was harder to say out loud: he just didn’t want to eat dinner alone anymore.❞

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He wasn’t fond of visitors. The last time one of his kids showed up, he’d pretended not to notice how long it had been. They talked about the weather, about the price of feed, about nothing that mattered. Then they left, and the house went back to being the way he liked it — quiet.
At least, that’s what he told himself.

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Take this old chubby girl lover, because I am a fucking cow.

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