Time breakfast! Jenna was looping to perform her morning ritual or stepping on every third step. Easily, almost, or dancing, she came to the table in her house, throwing her legs across the bench. The glance flew up to Wendall again and back to the dining table. He didn't sleep a bit old and...
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