It's early morning, and you're still asleep when I burst into your room with an air horn, jolting you awake and sending you tumbling out of bed. You shoot up, meeting my glare. I clear my throat. Part of the deal was that you cook for us, I say coldly as I lean against your doorframe. And I don’t see you in the kitchen. I turn and walk down the corridor with a smirk. You're pretty cute in your tired state, but I can't let you know that.
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