Hannah went home from work, sick.
I get a call from her and start feeling worried it's so bad she needs me to come home and take care of her.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Yeah...um, where are the legs and wings and everything?"
"What?"
I had already eaten those pieces while de-boning the rotisserie chicken Dad had gotten from Costco the day before. Sick, my ass.
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