Oh, I'll do far worse than stick needles in your eyes, darling.
[She laughs the thinly veiled threat off, but keeps the thought of bringing up her death in the back of her mind, just in case her husband ever grows something resembling a spine, once more.
Nothing like shattering a man's self esteem.]
So, how about some cookies, dear? I made your favourite!
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[She laughs the thinly veiled threat off, but keeps the thought of bringing up her death in the back of her mind, just in case her husband ever grows something resembling a spine, once more.
Nothing like shattering a man's self esteem.]
So, how about some cookies, dear? I made your favourite!