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April 3, 2006
"How didn't they work?"
I scowl. "I'm not-"
She tilts her head. "If you tell me, I'll buy you a croissant."
"I don't like croissants,"I snap. "And don't try-
"Brownie then?"
I pause. I shouldn't let myself get bribed. I should get up and-
"There's also cinnamon rolls."
My stomach growls. The stomach that hasn't had anything other than coffee for the past forty-eight hours. I sigh. "Two cinnamon rolls. And don't say you're ordering them for me."
"Still don't want spit on your food?"
I glare at her. "Oddly enough, no."
She shrugs and sits up, still grinning.