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“Oh, what a wonderful world,” Ryan sang over the run-down speakers attached to his phone in the kitchen as he whipped the omelet batter he’d spent the last thirty minutes obsessing over, making sure that every last detail was perfect down to the size of the slices of sausage inside. He’d woken up with the sunrise, not the slightest bit tired, ready and rearing to take on the morning.
So, of course, the first thing that he did was make breakfast. Try as he might, Ryan couldn’t think of any better way to express to Tim how he felt. They say that the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, after all, Ryan thought as he dripped the batter into the skillet, taking pleasure in the popping and hissing sounds it made on contact. Or at least that’s what Mom always used to say, he
