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... ar it just did that yesterday.
Why?
I roll over, smack the thing until it shuts up, and groan into my pillow. My brain is still half-asleep when I hear the front door click open. For a second, I think Rico and Luka are going to charge upstairs like they always do, but instead... nothing. Just quiet voices.
Weird.
I drag myself out of bed, rubbing my eyes, and head to the bathroom. On the way, I catch the smell — cookies. Warm, sugary, fresh-out-of-the-oven cookies ...
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