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11 - Plastic Bitch

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last update publish date: 2026-04-27 21:02:36

Kassidy's POV

I came downstairs at seven twenty in the morning the next day. That was five minutes later than usual, because I had spent those five minutes psyching myself up to face another morning in this kitchen. I had my cereal box under my arm and Marcus' bowl already mentally claimed.

But Celeste was at the counter. She looked at my cereal box the way someone looks at a dead rat they've found in a drawer.

"That's all you eat?" she asked.

"Good morning to you, too, Celeste." I groaned. I w
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