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"Hey," She greeted, eyes smiling while her face remained neutral. "How'd you sleep?" Emery asked, setting her phone aside. |
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"Pretty good," he replied casually. It was kind of as if they hadn't been sleeping in the same room. |
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"Well that's good," She replied softly, staying quiet for a moment as she sat up, getting out of bed. Emery asked the same question she did each morning, "Do you want me to make you breakfast?" she asked him. |
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"Alright," Emery answered, heading to go let Rocky out as he sprinted over to her and jumped up onto her. |
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Noah plopped down on the couch, reading. |
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"Whatcha reading?" She asked, scrambling a few eggs. |
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"Art catalog for the store down the street," |
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"Nice, I miss seeing your paintings and drawings. They're really good," |
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"Yeah, I miss painting and drawing..." |
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