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... hoes off like she owned the place and followed Celestia into the kitchen. I trailed behind, wondering why I suddenly felt like an intruder in my own home.
Celestia set the grocery bags on the counter, humming under her breath like this was her apartment and not mine. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun, tossed her jacket onto a chair, and got to work like she’d lived here for years.
Naomi leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching with a smile. "You cook?"
Cel ...
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