“You can’t go in there,” he declares. I blink up at him. “Why not? I just want some coffee.” “We… uh.” He looks behind him. There’s a sudden loud clatter from inside the kitchen. “I was trying to make pancakes. But I screwed up and burned them.” I try to look over his shoulder. He’s over a foot taller than me, so it doesn’t really work. “Really? It’s probably not that bad. I don’t smell burning.” Jack hesitates. “I mean, I exploded them. Not burned. Exploded. I get those words mixed up sometimes.” I frown. “How did you explode a pancake—” “I used the mixer and got batter everywhere,” he
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