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He s excellent”

The caffeine hits ue and I moan “You make a mean cup of coffee”

“Thank you I take my java seriously I have a French press back there”

I giggle Why does that not surprise me? I like his blend of modern and old-fashioned

“What? A man has to have his hobbies, too”

“I didn’t say word” I hideWe finish our coffee, and he takes the dirty dishes to the back I hear the water run And he cleans up after hi, but that doesn’t ht dampens my mood Just as I take a seat in his chair and unwind my head scarf, he returns with a black cape he wraps around my neck

“Are we shaving it again?”

“Yes, sir”

“It’s growing back in,” he observes

“I know Does it look normal to you?”

“Except for the patches, yes”

“The doctors believe I’ood candidate for injections”

“How do they work?” he asks

“They inject my scalp with a needle that holds a certain corowth”

“You sound hesitant”