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I woke up at a reasonable hour the next day, instead of my usual pre-dawn hours. I stretched, feeling Jack's absence in bed. Rolling out of bed, I went to the bathroom to wash up and put on some fresh clothes.
By the time I came into the kitchen, Jack had prepared breakfast. I hadn't had time to buy anything the previous day, and he didn't do it either, so it was oatmeal again.
"Good morning," I said, sitting down at the kitchen table. Jack served me a plate of porridge, and I poured myself a cup of tea from the still warm teapot on the table.
"Good morning," he answered. "You came really late yesterday. Must have been intense."
"Tell me about it," I replied. "They went crazy with the questioning. But at least I'll be ready today."
He nodded, taking another sip out of his cup.
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