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... lle sprawled lazily across the couch like she owned the place which, to be fair, she technically did. The TV flickered in front of her, some early morning talk show playing, all cartoonic smiles and fake laughter.
"So," I said, raising my voice just enough for her to hear, "what do you want for breakfast?"
Without looking away from the screen, she said, "Instant noodles."
I blinked. "...That’s not breakfast."
"It is now."
I exhaled through my nose, half am ...
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