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The room smelled of maple syrup, bacon, and fresh grounds.
“Alright, sit down, sit down,” Rook said, gesturing to a chair. “Hope you like your eggs fluffy.”
“They look perfect,” I said, and they really did. A plate was placed in front of me, piled high with pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs.
As we ate, they started talking about their plans for the day. It was a Tuesday, a rare day off for all of them.
“Dare, you still got that old N64 in the den?” Silas asked, his mouth full of bacon.
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