June Summerfield
Ivy Brown
There she goes again with that name.
June sat down on the now-made bed. Someone must have come in and made it for her. She looks over at a small table near the fireplace and sees a platter of food. Fresh fruit, cereal and milk, oatmeal with berries, and a smoothie, were all waiting for her. She wasted no time in going over and taking bites of everything. The fruit melted in her mouth, and the cereal and milk cooled her throat. The oatmeal was the perfect mix of creamy and sweet, while the smoothie was the absolute perfect temperature and texture. She scarfed everything down as she waited for Zoran to come.
Just as she finished and sat back in one of the chairs to try and relax, Zoran walked
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