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A Table for Three

Penulis: Krystal Bahmz
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-06 21:32:51

Bacon.

Ow shit.

I turned toward the kitchen just as the burnt smell finally cut through all the layers of pink plastic, coffee, and emotional chaos this morning had already stacked on top of me.

“Wonderful,” I muttered. “Now apparently my breakfast is ruined too, not just my life.”

I turned back, walked quickly into the kitchen, and killed the heat with a movement that had already been half angry from the start. The plate of eggs was still sitting on the counter. The toast had gone a little col
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