He ignored me, thank God, saying to Kat, "Let go of Frosty's leash. You're choking the life out of him."
Kat's eyes narrowed to tiny slits, a sure sign of her aggression. "He deserves to choke. He didn't keep little frosty in his pants this summer." the words snapped like a whip.
"He did." Cole snapped back with unwavering confidence.
"Not."
"Did."
"Not!"
"Did,"
"Not, not, not!" she shouted with a stomp of her foot.
"What are we five?" Cole said.
"Six.

Author: Gena Showalter

He ignored me, thank God, saying to Kat, "Let go of Frosty's leash. You're choking the life out of him." <br /> Kat's eyes narrowed to tiny slits, a sure sign of her aggression. "He deserves to choke. He didn't keep little frosty in his pants this summer." the words snapped like a whip. <br />"He did." Cole snapped back with unwavering confidence.<br />"Not."<br />"Did."<br />"Not!"<br />"Did,"<br />"Not, not, not!" she shouted with a stomp of her foot.<br />"What are we five?" Cole said.<br />"Six. - Gena Showalter

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