“Where’s the real food?” I had my emergency stash in my backpack like always, but I was sure I could sweet talk someone into bringing me some scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon. Jules grabbed a plate and filled it with pineapple, kiwi, and a croissant. “They’ll do a sit-down breakfast at nine. Don’t worry. They have your cheesy scrambled eggs and bacon.” I stopped midway through a bite of my blueberry muffin with real blueberries. “How’d you know that’s what I wanted?” She shoved half a cornucopia of food into her mouth and covered it with her hand, shrugging her shoulders. “Seemed like
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