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... claim as he puts the last plate on the table. I am seated on the dining table; my stomach is grumbling. I haven’t eaten anything today.

"Cause I am a great cook,’’ he laughs playfully as he sits down next to me. I rest my head on his shoulder because I want to be stuck to him for the rest of the night.

"Come on, dig in,’’ he puts a glass plate in front of me and dishes me some steak and vegetables.

I lick my lips as I take a bite of the meat. there is a joy that wolves ge ...

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