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“Can you please explain to me how you know that’s cow sperm?” I pointed at the vial and cringed before I went to the sink to pump and pump soap onto my hands.
I knew a little about sperm. My eggs had met some sperm and made two babies. I worked in a store that sold products to keep sperm away from eggs. But that was it. None of this vial stuff.
“My parents run a cattle ranch,” he replied, still eyeing the stuff. “The term is bull semen. Cows are female. They can't have sperm. Bull semen.”
Right. I forgot about that one. “Then how did it get into Zach’s gnome? And why?”
Ty didn’t look any happier about this than I did. “I have no idea. I’ll call my parents to help figure this out.”
He pulled out his cell. I was glad there was an expert for everything. As he waited for someone to pic
