“What about adoptions?”, Chloe asked, her sole silver bracelet softly clanking against her wrist. “I’ve been feeling maternal lately.”
Her boyfriend stopped pacing. “Hon, it’s a Rattlesnake Festival. The snakes are delivered to zoos, medical research facilities, bootmakers…there’s no adoption table. Rattlesnakes are dangerous.”
“Because they lack the stability a parent can provide. No child of mine will grow up to be disrespectful,” she replied wistfully, tapping on her phone. He couldn’t imagine what she was typing.
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