23. Not so bad

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Carla I got dressed in black shorts, a black t-shirt and converse. I didn't bother to put on makeup because I knew my day wasn't very eventful, but I did tie my red hair in a messy bun. I walked out of the room and went into the kitchen. I was starving and needed food. At that moment, I didn't care what I ate as long as it made me satisfied. Just as I was approaching the kitchen, I was engulfed in the scent that I knew all too well. The closer I got, the more I could sense his presence. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I thought he had left. "How come you are still here?" I didn't hide the rudeness in my voice. "I was making you breakfast," he replied casually as if it was something he did frequently. "Right, I thought we agreed that you would leave this place." "You di

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