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Revenge is a Dish Best Served With Rodents

“So she’s not going to help us get rid of these things?” Virgil asked, looking with a mixture of fear and irritation at the small, furry, jumping little animals currently inhabiting a nest on the floor they had built out of a coat and some débutante’s dress. The closet remained empty but for the weasels.
“Joe just laughed at me and told me to get a net.”
“Figures.”
“Seriously. Before I started living with you she would have come running and shot the damn things to hell and back with a machine gun.”
”...and this is the preferable alternative?”
“Well yeah!”
Virgil just rolled his eyes and stood up from the dusty couch he had been sitting on. “I’ll go see if I can find a net to get the damned things out of there. I don’t know what we’ll do with them after that.”
Tony shrugged. “I’m all for putting them in somebody else’s closet, personally.”
“Charlotte’s?”
“Sure why not.”
Virgil smirked and started to leave.
“Oh, and Virgil? Don’t worry, Joe will get hers when she realizes her toilet is inhabited by squirrels.”

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