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Twelve | Abby's Flat
Abby Abby walked into the kitchen to find Bitso already there making himself breakfast. “Didn’t think I’ll see you this morning,” Abby commented as he walked past the table, where he left his phone, to the fridge. He opened the fridge yawned and blinked away the tears that flooded his eyes. Why do people cry when they yawn anyway? He asked himself as he stared at the empty fridge. Feeling irritated. Fuck, there was nothing to eat. He needed to go grocery shopping asap. “Well…I uhm…busy …anyway.” Bitso said incoherently at his comment. Abby pulled his head out of the fridge and stared at him. “What? I don’t speak mumble.” “f**k you,” Bitso turned to him from the stove giving him a pissed of face, but he couldn’t pull off exactly his lips kept pulling into a smile. “You know i
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