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Now back at the park house, with Karla introducing her chicken to the surrounding of our home. I'm confused by the whole chicken pet fiasco, Karla's favorite dish is fried chicken, does this mean she's not eating chicken again?

Shaking off the thought, I sigh, my focus shifting to Camilla, she's walking a few feet ahead of me and way more behind Karla.

“Beautiful,” I call out.

“Yes King,” she passes in her tracks. “Do you need something?”

I nod, my hands resting in my pocket. ...