Jed Had to Die

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“Promise me you won’t teach our child about cow insemination or goat testicles,” I beg him.

“Only if you promise to never, ever bake me a blueberry pie,” he replies with a grin.

“I promise. Just as long as you don’t do anything to piss me off, Sheriff Hudson,” I tell him with a wink, pushing up on my toes and sealing my promise with a kiss.

The End

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