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She nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Hm. Then hug me while I make waffles."
She huffed, patting his face.
He was rooting through the cabinets, setting cans in a bag.
"I might... I might fall asleep, okay?"
"Better than waffles?"
"But I'm not tired," she protested.
There were some musty dark linens folded in the chest.
She considered him before leaning against his side. "I love you."