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... her?" he repeated, liking the sound of that word a bit too much. "Sure."
"I’ll look forward to it, then!" Gabriel beamed and leaned in, brushing his shoulder against Kant’s with a playful nudge.
How little did a man need for happiness... Kant glanced down at the swirling coffee in his mug, then took a sip while Gabriel went picking out ingredients from the fridge to make himself breakfast.
Broccoli, carrots, bell peppers, eggs. For some reason, Kant had expected Gabriel’s ...
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