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I walked into the kitchen to see the devil and his son eating their breakfast in silence not acknowledging each other's presence.
"Goodmorning, honey," my mom greeted catching the attention of both men in the room, "Goodmorning, mom," I greeted back as I walked past the table completely ignoring their existences before pecking my mom's cheek before grabbing my plate that was filled with pancakes, strawberries, whipped cream, and syrup before making my way out the kitchen.