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Really? That’s Odd
My message was successful. I found myself at the café, waiting. I turned off Samuel, though I could still turn him off since I wasn’t at work. I made my way in through the kitchen into the dining area.
“Good morning,” King said. There was an egg and two pieces of bacon set across from King’s breakfast. “How are you today?” King was smiling like he was pleased about something.
I sat down and I held up my hand. “I got stepped on.”
King reached out and I gave him my hand. He gave it a squeeze, and I almost jumped through the roof. “You aren’t going to work today,” he told me. “I can feel something that isn’t right.”
I smiled, “What’s this? My own breakfast?” I asked, motioning to the egg and bacon.
“I wanted to see if you could eat and keep it all down.”
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