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" if it's meant to be, it'll be

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" if it's meant to be, it'll be. "

It had been a year since what happened in New York and Ash had returned to his daily life of balancing parenting and work

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It had been a year since what happened in New York and Ash had returned to his daily life of balancing parenting and work. He had just dropped a now 12-year-old Josh off at school and was heading back home for alone time. Ash parked his car and got out, locking it before heading inside. He immediately collapsed onto his couch and sighed, he was finally content.

"Ashy, I want nuggets."

Nicotine just had to go ahead and ruin it. Ash groaned and grabbed a pillow, putting it over his head.

"Hello? I want nuggets."

"I don't care, Nicotine." Ash grumbled.

"You will when I eat your liver." Nicotine growled.

"Eat my liver and you'll be dumped on the street in a box." Ash snapped.

Nicotine mocked him in a high pitched voice and Ash tried to ignore him. A moment went by and the symbiote emerged from his back, proceeding to headbut him lightly.

"Get up. I want food. Get up." He said.

"Shut up." Ash grumbled.

"No. Not until you get me food."

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