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existencemisspentEliot stood in the kitchen window, watching the marshmallow snow and enjoying a hot cup of coffee. And a sense of nearly overwhelming deja vu.
"Seriously," he muttered. "I thought these things were meant to change every day."
The oven timer dinged. Eliot frowned at it, then looked over at the stairs.
"Really, Bambi? Leftover pizza for breakfast two days in a row?"
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"Seriously," he muttered. "I thought these things were meant to change every day."
The oven timer dinged. Eliot frowned at it, then looked over at the stairs.
"Really, Bambi? Leftover pizza for breakfast two days in a row?"
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