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Dae as he a a Pop-Tart, he unwrapped and devoured the pastry without toasting it His gaze flicked up,another , his brother asked pointedly, “Why are you so chirpy this ?”

“I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to be chirpy”

Dee zipped into the kitchen, her light fading out and revealing a cascade of dark, wavy hair falling over her slender shoulders She grabbed the jug ofthe breakfast of cha!” She whipped a bowl out of the cupboard

Dae like that,” Dawson replied “Just saying”

A frown creased Dee’s brow “What a,” Dae with that”

Dawson s with the fact that Dee and I have to stand here and talk to you while you’re in your boxers”

“True that,” Dee er

“Whatever” Daerin “Don’t be jealous I’ his eyes, Dawson didn’t even bother pointing out the fact that there wasn’t a single thing different about them Well, other than the fact that Dawson had a way better attitude Instead of du the bowl and spoon like he nor the around, he darted his eyes back and forth between his siblings

They stared openmouthed at him

“What?” he demanded

“Did you just…clean a dish?” Dee backed away slowly, blinking She glanced at Dae to end And I’m still a vir—”

“No!” both the brothers yelled in unison

Dae to vomit “Jesus, don’t ever finish that statee that Thank you”

Her mouth dropped open “You expect me to never have—”

“This isn’t a conversation I want to startoff the kitchen table “I’ets more detailed”

“And why aren’t you dressed yet?” Dee deoing to be late”