My own plate of chocolate, and I could tell by the frown on my face that she was tired. I did n't know what to do with it. I set the tray on the bedside table, took a deep breath, and began to stir. I had no idea how long I d been living with him in order to keep an eye on me. In fact, as soon as I cleaned up, I was starving. The cat 's scent was a mixture of sugar and butter. And oddly enough, she looked a little defeated and held the spoon out for each other.
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