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Re: late sunday

[He shuffles to the door and opens it, blinking at the sight of her. He's in a rumpled t-shirt and sweatpants, but at least they're clean!]

I said chocolate, not a damn massacre.

[But he manages a tired smile, gesturing her inside.]

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