hard consonants

Fucking uncle Jack sat, eating pork cracklings. Petrichor filled the air, it was chilly outside. Crass? Terribly. Uncle Jack crushed a crackling in between his teeth, chewing, he cursed “Fuck! Fuck these things are crack!”

Aunt Kathy chortled, “They ain’t crack, they’re cracklins’, ya cuckoo”

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