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The next morning, Scar came into the kitchen for breakfast, finding all the chairs but two gone. He frowned. "Joesph, I said you could cook, but moving chairs—" Joesph grinned into the pan. "I did nothing sir." He frowned again. "What on earth was she thinking?" He murmured. Taking a seat. Is she angry about something. Maybe last night? Maureen came into the kitchen as Joesph was setting down plates of food. She was dressed. Not as formal as she used to, but still, she had makeup on, and a shirt she always said was so cute, and the jeans she said made her butt look nice. He frowned but didn't comment on it. "Good morning Maureen dear." "I see there's only two chairs," she remarked. Scar frowned. Of course she saw that. She had to be the one to do it. "Joesph you stay sitting down
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