Corn Muffins

I was hungry.

                                            

“Corn muffin?”

Snow started, blinked, opened his eyes, and stared at the corn muffin in front of him. Fingers, all ten, still there. All ten toes. Good. Wait. Corn muffin?

“What the f**k?”

“Do. You. Want. A. Corn. Muffin,” repeated Scout..

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“Uh. Sure.” He unwraps it from its cupcake wrapper. “Thanks.”

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“Anyhow. He'll live. There'll be some scarring, but not too noticeable.”

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“Er. Thanks. For. You know.”

“Yeah.”

Author's Note

What? I was!