Page 1 of Hunted, Season Three

Chapter 1

Bunny

I love the pens The Kid buys.

I don’t know how, but he always manages to grab theperfectpack.

Like I don’t think he’severbought a dull set.

And the thing I love even more than him magically buying the best group on any shelf?

The fact that he always,alwayskeeps a couple in his car for me.

Which says a shit ton considering how meticulously clean and put together he keeps this shit.

One is kept in the glove compartment, and one is kept in the cup holder of thepassengerside.

And that matters.

That matters because only certain shit can be onthe driver’s sideof the vehicle.

I say driver’s side when I really just meanhisside because he doesn’t let anyone else drive Miss X here if he can help it.

Yeah…

Not only does his precious car have a name, she – because all cars are she, meant to be pampered and spoiled – is named after the article that more or less inspired the first film in his favorite franchise.

Gahhhh, I cannot wait for him to openthatChristmas gift.

Or at the very least stop guessing what it is.

He’s totally been a “kid” since he saw me put it under our red and white decorated tree.

In one column, I think it’s just him being adorable.

Excited.

Nosey.

Impatient.

In the other?

I think he’s continuously playing the “what is it game” to distract him from theNightmare Before Christmashorror show we witnessed a few days ago right here near the population sign.

I’d honestlylovethe Christmas miracle ofnothaving to deal with Brad again until after the holidays.

However, this isn’t a made for streaming movie.

I highly doubt we’ll getthatlucky.

Glancing up and out of the windshield is accompanied by me leaning slightly over to see what progress – if any – has been made.

I mean, come on.

He’s at least woken up by now, right?

Although, if he had, why hasn’t Mutt peered around this way and waved.

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