Evening quiet. Before the storm?
Back to reality as Michael hails me from across the kitchen. "Not deaf." I joke, causing an uneasy smile. "Sorry, I wanted to say thanks..." The appreciation, though duly noted and appreciated in return leaves an awkward silence as I frantically ponder as to what my response should be. Luckily this is remedied by his questioning, "I also wondered what was for dinner. Harris said you were cooking." I nod, realising just how hungry I am, I haven't eaten since breakfast. "Nothing special... Pasta and homemade tomato sauce." "Sounds awesome!" Michael replies energetically, and despite my instant suspicion, I can tell he is actually being genuine in his enthusiasm. It's nice, but then again, he too, I presume, has not eaten since breakfast. So at this point regurgitated snake intestin
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