Please Eat
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“Of course,” Klaus fumbled, hurrying to serve her a generous plate. “Gorge yourself,” he added with a smile, still trying to wrap his mind around everything happening.
He expected the breakfast to be awkward, especially since he rarely hosted anyone. But the girl, whose name he learned to be Daisy, was the easiest person to talk to. He had to ask her out.
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