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Sunday Breakfast
On Sunday, I walked into Clover’s apartment and immediately went to get myself some coffee. Once it was fixed the way I liked it, I went to sit in the dining area where I could still see and hear Clover. I was getting used to this being our new normal. She often said she wasn’t very good at cooking, but we always had something tasty for breakfast. Stanton made dinner every night. I think the difference was that he had the focus to create more intensive and elaborate recipes. Breakfast was pretty simple. A lot of people didn’t realize that Clover didn’t have the focus to follow a recipe because she was so good at potion and spell recipes. I remembered staying the night here some summers and having lessons with her. It was her love of magic that made her focus, she didn’t love cooking nea
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