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The sensation was something new, something that associated her to himself so lazily, something they found would take a long time to get used to.
"Well..." Jasper pulled open the door to the fridge, his eyes scanning the contents. "-We could have chicken salad or grilled sandwiches..." He then bent over, propping the fridge door against his shoulder before he pulled open the freezer door and began to scan the contents much like he had the fridge. He then reached for the lower drawer, gently digging through what sat inside, the girl lazily sitting up behind him, an elbow against the counter's surface and her chin filling the bank in the palm of her hand. "... Pizza, Empanadas-"
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