The book

“What’s that? Is that one of those Weiner Schnitzels?” Ward gave the photo a disgusted look and sat back in his seat. “Is it broken?”
“Weiner… what?” Baz asked too confused to laugh. “It’s a dachshund, you idiot. You know, a sausage dog, due to the fact it looks like a sausage.”
“Why’s it look like that?”
“Years of inbreeding,” Baz said and then put his phone away. They were sitting in his car out on the snow-lined street, waiting.
“So why do you want to buy it then…

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