“Foreign Substances.”
She looked askance at him and quirked an eyebrow.
“Foreign Substances?”
He frowned and glared at her.
“Yes, Foreign Substances.” He said it as if he thought her an idiot. “What else would you call it, Ms. Flint?”
She grinned and placed a sassy hand on her hip.
“Well, I’d call it dog shit, Earl. But that’s just me.”

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