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"Yeah... less than stellar..." |
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Max chuckled awkwardly, remembering the almost punch. |
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Kylie pursed her lips, taking his hand and squeezing it. |
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He squeezed it back, slipping away to use the restroom. |
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Kylie let him go, then went to sit at the counter, talking with her dad as he cooked. |
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His boss called, Max taking the call with a somewhat annoyed expression. |
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Her dad served her a plate of eggs, bacon and toast, along with a plate for Max aswell. |
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"For me?" Max asked, Kylie's father nodding. "Thank you," He murmured, sitting and starting to eat. |
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Kylie smiled, reaching over to squeeze his hand. |
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He looked over, clasping his hand around hers as he resumed eating. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
