“Ah, fuck,” Jesus hissed through his teeth as the brown paper bag toppled from his hands in the same moment Flower tugged on her leash, which was looped around the same forearm balancing the bag. He was still sore from his recent fights, a mess of bruises and plaster on his split cheek, his bottom lip split and only just beginning to form a scab. Jesus was tough, but apparently he wasn’t “walk the dog while carrying groceries” tough, because Flower’s movement had aggravated enough of his soreness that now he was pretty sure his apples were bruised and his eggs toast.
“Hey, get back here ma’am,” he said as he knelt by the bag, Flower still straining on her leash after something he couldn’t see. “Come on, girl, daddy’s gotta salvage lunch. Hold up a bit.”
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