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“Nope,” he answered, setting a plate of three waffles topped with bananas and chocolate chips in front me

“Where’s the chocolate syrup?”

“I wasit healthier,” he mocked me as he poured syrup over his own stack of waffles

“If you’re determined to make me fat, you should commit to it”

“No one’s forcing you to eat”

“Fine, I’ll go—”

“Here,” he snapped, drowningsyrup “Happy?”

“Over themy face “So, what are you upset about?”

“I’m not upset,” he said as he rammed a forkful of waffles into his mouth

“Okay,” I nodded, knowing he’d spill soon enough Since ere young, whenever he’d felt bad or annoyed, he’d come to the kitchen for chocolate and banana waffles

“Who do you think this Gabriel guy is?”

“An arranged fiancé for Dona,” I answered He exhaled through his nose, chewing angrily “Not the guy you wanted?”

“I don’t like hier who knows too much about us—”

“Us or Dona”

“Dona is us and he knows too much He acts as if he’s already family!”