“hope you like pancakes!” sara comes barreling into the bedroom with her with her voice a few levels too high. she’s giddy as hell, and he’ll probably yell at her about it, but sara jumps onto her sleeping boyfriends form. the pancakes on the plate waver precariously, but they stay up, her other hand tearing the blankets away from his face. “mick’s out with lisa, buying you something. which means you get all my attention. and also all my terrible pancakes.”
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