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... he smell of eggs filled the room, faintly smoky because I might’ve overdone them just a little. Belle didn’t complain though. She never did about food I made maybe because she was being nice, or maybe because she genuinely liked it. I wasn’t sure which was better.
Between bites, I glanced at her. She sat with one leg folded under her, the morning light slipping through the blinds and resting gently on her face. It softened her usual sharpness, making her look happy.
I hesitated b ...
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