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“You forgot yours again.”
Seb groaned.
“Of course you did,” he muttered.
I scratched the back of my neck.
“Got busy.”
“You always get busy,” she said, placing the boxes down and opening them.
The smell hit immediately.
Warm.
Homemade.
“You’re spoiling him,” Seb said, shaking his head.
Kaly beamed.
“I don’t mind.”
I sat down, grabbing one of the containers.
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