37″A knock at your bedroom door startles you awake. "Is it you, Tony?" you ask, your heart racing. You have avoided him since he arrived the other day. "Yes,it's me," he replies. "May I come in?" You must have said yes, because suddenly, he is in the room with you. "Breakfast?" he asks, holding out a tray like a peace offering. Toast, butter, jam, a glass of orange juice and a steaming cup of coffee. "I brought the sugar extra," he says. "With time, I will learn your preferences."
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