I handed him a box and attacked another one myself. “Here, you open this one.”
“Dude, I’m not opening your mail.”
I stared at him. “Are you for real? I’m right and asking you to do it. I won’t call the MPs, I promise. Christ. You’re a real grandma.”
He snorted and handed the box back. “I’m still not opening it.”
“You want me to chew your cookie, too, so you don’t strain yourself or wear on your teeth?”
“Open the damn box, Jake.”
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