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He called on after her and Laurel felt her hackles rise. Her patience was running low and as much as she appreciated the food it was time for him to go. She didn't stop at first, but when he joined by her side and started just following her around Laurel had enough.

Stopping in her tracks, Laurel stared him down, dropped the quail and said in a haughty tone: Get a hint, you little freak! I said I was leaving! I'm not interested in your pathetic tiny dick or whatever it is you're being nice for. There was always a thing they wanted when they were nice for seemingly no reason, after all. That much Laurel had learned in life. So get lost, ugly mutt. She picked up the quail again and made to trot away, feeling kinda guilty for being mean but also powerful and somehow righteous.