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He snorts when he pulls out the fabric and reads it “Bun maker?”

“I have a shirt to wear that says Bun with an arrow pointing to my stomach”

“You’re too

“There’s also a hat in there,” I warn him

He sets the bag on the counter and I sit down to finish eating

“Well, it could be worse,” he sighs

“Exactly”

Things are always so s my way

“What are we doing today?” he asks, finishing his breakfast

“I’”

He ot you had to work”

I glare at him “Swear jar”

He sighs “I’ll put a quarter in there later Is that thing full yet?”

“Just about,” I laugh “We’re both lousy—but I’m worse”

Xander clears his throat “Maybe I’ll see if Jace is free to go to the gy”