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Donna laughed. “Now, you’re talking. I don’t mind shooting you,” she joked.
“Alright, let’s get outta here.”
As soon as they separated, the feeling of loss was palpable.
He grabbed the cooler and rifles and jerked his head toward the ladder. “Be careful,” he urged as she climbed down the ladder.
He climbed down after. Once he landed on earth, he smirked with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” she probed with narrowed eyes.
“You know I’m not feeding you any more meat, right?”
“Whatever, Jethro! Our ancestors created a world where I could eat the meat without having to kill it.”
Lincoln laughed and teased her about her epic hunting fail all the way to the truck.
