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... ching dust motes in the air like tiny stars. Cassian sat at the table, wrapped in one of Aiden’s oversized hoodieswhich he stole because his cloths were all in "to wash bucket", watching Leonel scowl at the toaster like it had personally offended him.
"Maybe if you stopped shoving three slices in at once," Aiden said from the counter, pouring orange juice into three glasses, "it wouldn’t burn them."
"It’s supposed to be crispy," Leonel muttered, stabbing at a blackened piece with ...
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