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April 9, 2006
My grey-streaked hair makes it obvious that physically, I'm at least as old as her. If not older.
As I'm not about to do anything, she fills my cup. Several moments pass. I don't touch it. A small furrow appears between her eyebrows. She makes an executive decision to ignore me and turns to Emily. "And here are your cinnamon rolls. All four of them. Did you go and skip breakfast too?"
Emily gives her a feralish grin and easily rips one of the rolls in half. "Nah. Just Mal here's hungry and I owe him a couple of favors.-