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ZEKE
Did I mean as much to her as she did to me? That was what I woke up wondering. If it weren't for my grumbling stomach, I'd have stayed there for hours watching her dream and doze. This was way more than a one-night stand, and I needed Bunnie to be on the same page as I was about that. I carefully extracted myself out from under her and walked down the stairs to see what I could rustle up in the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, I wondered what kind of sick animal equipped their cabinets without stocking coffee, a fridge with no eggs or bacon, not even a sack of pancake mix to be found in order to rescue the home’s inhabitant from famine.
There was some baby-s**t-yellow-covered box of stuff called "Turmeric Chai." Instead of sausages for sizzling, bread for toasting, oranges for squeez
