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“Don’t do that.”
“Toast?”
“We can sue you and have you arrested for treason.”
He watched her from the ground floor. “You’re cruel.”
“Why?”
“Ugh. I hate you.”
“What are you hungry for?”
“What do you mean?”
“A bed.”
“About what?”
“Yes, of course!”
He raised an eyebrow, looking slightly amused but still too tense to comment. “Are you hungry, then?”
“Too bad. The two of you signed a contract five years ago. It’s still valid.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not sure it’s that deep.”
“Did he not want kids?”
She paused before rolling her eyes. “Oh, God, I’m actually gonna murder you.”
He took a sip, squinting at her. “I’m well aware.”
“Everybody has something.”
He flushed slightly. “You’re too kind.”
"But what about three?"
