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Precisely 10 minutes later, Dominic shows up at my door holding my wet clothes. "You forgot these." He tosses them to me. "And here, you can have this too." He holds out his sweatshirt. I throw the wet clothes on the floor and snatch the sweatshirt from him. "But you said I couldn't have it." "I was joking. Come on, Jess. Like I really care if you take my sweatshirt." "Thank you." I give him a quick hug. I can't seem to stop this hug thing. It's happening without my control. "Your welcome. So where do you want to have breakfast? Do you want pancakes? I know we're going there tomorrow but --" "No, Al's is only for Sundays. Otherwise it ruins the tradition. Let's just eat here. We don't have to go out." "Ugh, I hate the cafeteria. Their eggs taste like rubber." "The food there is good