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Chapter 7- Our Little Secret
ANGELA When I wake up, Sam is sitting on the couch in my hospital room. "Hi. How do you feel now?" He asks, walking up to the bed. "Better. Sorry and thanks." I sit up. "It's okay." He smiles his kind smile. "Jared is on his way." He informs. "Oh f**k! Please tell me you did not tell him everything." "Angie, don't you dare panic again. I told him you had a panic attack, because the pan, in which you were trying to cook breakfast for me in the morning, caught fire." "Oh, thank God!" I sigh, relieved. "Don't thank God. Not yet. I think he'll spank you, for good. Were you not told to stay away from the kitchen only yesterday?" Yeah, yeah! Brothers! Both of them are cut out from the same cloth, quite literally. "I am not well. I don't think he'll spank me. Anyways thank you, Sammy.
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