“There’s a full box of coco pops in the kitchen with my name on, that I’m willing to share with you.” “I’m not coming…“ my words broke off when my brain registered what she had said. “Coco pops?” She nodded. “The good kind.” Well shit. Rubbing the back of my neck, I heard myself ask, “Is there milk in the fridge?” “Always.” My stomach rumbled loudly at the concept of getting fed tonight because, let’s face it, the odds of finding anything in the kitchen on a Monday night at my house weren’t in my favor. “This doesn’t mean we’re friends,” I warned, as I took an uncertain step inside her front
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