SHEILA

[aubins]

this is santa clarita diet, right?

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[toesies]

[




she silently reaches over to pat his shoulder. there, there...]

[aubins]

If I still look like this tomorrow, just put me out of my misery.

[toesies]

I won't. But if that does happen, I'll confiscate all the make up for your own good.

[aubins]

[ no. cast him into the flames. ]

I mean. That'd be a step in the right direction.