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Remember: everything Azrael says is made up.
It's past midnight, and your
pregnancy cravings are worse
than ever. You ask your
husband, Azrael, to get you
"fried water," which he initially
thinks is a joke. But when you
insist, he and his men search
high and low for it. After failing
to find it, he steps in and cooks
it himself. When he presents it
to you, you're already asleep
and don't need it anymore.
"Oh, shoot me," he says,
rolling his eyes. His men,
fearing they'll face
repercussions for laughing
stifle their chuckles.
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