It was Saturday, 10:00 p.m. and Veronica Raines was sprawled out across her bed, scrolling through social media. Her stomach grumbled, and she knew exactly what it was craving: a sweet sugary treat paired with the salty crunch of chips. With a dramatic sigh she tossed her phone aside and swung her over the edge of the bed. She padded over to Roman’s room, her bare feet making no sound on the cold floor. “Hey, dummy! Are you sleeping?” She didn’t wait for a response. She marched right in.
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