“It’s just breakfast,” I pointed out. “But I don’t want to look like I just rolled out of bed with you.” The stare she gave me was pointed. I glanced in the mirror and noted that my hair was standing up in all directions. My beard was flat on one side. And I had a pillow crease under my left eye. “Why not?” I asked. “Because it’s not polite.” I crossed my arms and grinned. “Baby, you lost me.” She turned her attention back to a palette of colors and started swiping some of them on her eyelids. “We’re going to breakfast,” she said as if that explained anything. “With family,” I added. “And I
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