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“Would you care for so still altered by the headphones

“Yes, but I think we should have breakfast first”

“Okay”

If only her Uncle Dean could be half as agreeable as little Jessica, ouldn't have nearly the same amount of trouble

I got Jessica to the kitchen table, hugging Mr Otter, who she had insisted on bringing with her I could certainly understand her need for coe juice down for her, I got topancakes

No sooner was the last flapjack flipped, the breakfastaway in their own separate pan, than Deanup froht before, and they were beginning to smell like it

Kissing Jessica on the cheek, Dean sat down at the head of the table The disheveled Lord of a quarantined manor

I had the urge to spit in his bacon It was childish, but it was also a passing fancy I didn't knoas going on, and he could very well have a perfectly reasonable explanation for hoas acting And I was just dying to hear it

“Thanks,” he said softly as I put down his plate and glass

“So, you can speak,” I said, sitting across from Jess

“Yeah,” he said, pouring a e juice

I really didn't understand it We had so much fun before — more than I ever would have expected or dreainity turn so cold all of a sudden? I thought Dean really liked h if that was the case, he sure had a funny of showing it

“How's your breakfast?” I asked, trying to draw him out a bit

“Good”

“I had a tea party,” Jessica said

“Really?”