Chapter 27: Clearing the Air and a Toast to Friendship
Chapter 27: Clearing the Air and a Toast to Friendship The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, dappling the living room where Sam sat sprawled on the couch, a half-eaten breakfast burrito in one hand and the remote control in the other. He was engrossed in a cartoon, the exaggerated laughter of cartoon characters filling the silence. "Morning, sleepyhead," I chuckled, stepping into the room. Sam jumped, startled, the remote clattering to the floor. "Zie!" he exclaimed, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Didn't hear you come in." "Seems you're having a blast with Saturday morning cartoons," I teased, picking up the remote. "Hey, they're classics!" he protested, a playful glint in his eyes. "Just reminiscing about the good old days." "Speaking of the good old d
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