hands press against the cold countertop, shrugging. couldn't argue with that logic. “ nah, man. my stomach'll get fucked up if i have cheese so late. ” yawning; moving hair behind her shoulder. “ what're you doing up? ”
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“i got hungry. i wanted a grilled
cheese. so i made one.” keeping
his voice soft, now, as if he, out
of nowhere, cares that the entire
house is fast asleep. taking a bite,
face lighting up. “sure you ( )
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