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sweetheart, you just want to fuck a bear.” After casually stating that she shrugged. “I can tell you from experience it’s a fun road to go down.”
              Oy vey...
     

Chapter 3
     
              from:   Fallon Wilder < [email protected] >
                   to:   Ransom McKenna < [email protected] >
              date:   Friday July 6, 2012 at 3:55 PM
         subject:   WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRAZY?
     
              Is this all a part of your elaborate scheme Mr. McKenna? Badger me with your huge claws until I finally surrender and give you what you want? Because I’m telling you right now, that method will simply get one of your ungodly size arms ripped out of its socket before I beat you to death with it. Are we understanding each other here? Are we grasping the fact that all you’re doing is making me cranky?
     
              Call Ransom a sick bastard but all he could do was grin broadly as he quickly typed up a response. After weeks of nothing, a little bit of glee lit within him at the fact that Fallon had finally been annoyed enough with him to express herself. It was a violent, albeit terrifying expression...but he saw that as semantics.
     
              from: Ransom McKenna < [email protected] >
                    to: Fallon Wilder < [email protected] >
 date: Friday July 6, 2012 4:00 PM
          subject: Re: WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRAZY?
             
              Scheme? What scheme? Scheming implies that I’m doing something in secret; implies that I’m hiding my plans when in all actuality you can clearly see that I’m doing anything but. Huge? Ungodly sized? Excuse me if I’m wrong here—which as a higher and wiser species I doubt that I am—but it would seem that you’re slightly obsessed with the size of my body parts. Now I don’t want to say that I feel sexually harassed...but I kind of do. Why are you so angry? Is this normal? Were you born this way or did you just not take your happy pills today? Maybe a little bit of peanut butter would help them go down easier...
     
              from: Fallon Wilder < [email protected] >
                   to:  Ransom McKenna < [email protected] >
               date:  Friday July 6, 2012 4:15 PM
          subject:  Re: Re: WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRAZY?
     
              You, sir, are a prick.
     
    from: Ransom McKenna < [email protected] >
                   to: Fallon Wilder < [email protected] >
              date: Friday July 6, 2012 4:25 PM
         subject: Re: Re: Re: WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRAZY?
     
              I know this. I accept it. I live it.
     
              from: Fallon Wilder < [email protected] >
                    to: Ransom McKenna < [email protected] >
               date: Friday July 6, 2012 4:45 PM
          subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: WHY ARE YOU TRYING...
             
              Apparently you’re a dramatic prick at that. What is it that you want from me Mr. McKenna? Honestly? I’m not selling Wilder land to you. We’ve already established that. So what could you possibly be getting out of sending me all this shit? Aside from your obvious desire to be hurt...hurt a lot...
     
              from: Ransom McKenna < [email protected] >
                    to: Fallon Wilder < [email protected] >
               date: Friday July 6, 2012 4:55 PM
          subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: WHY ARE YOU TRYING...
     
              A meeting. Just one simple meeting. And if you don’t like what I have to say, then you can hurt me all you want. Although I have to warn you...I’m kind of into that...which means I may or may not bring along a ball gag...does that make me weird?
     
              from: Fallon Wilder < [email protected] >