#MidWeekTease: “You broke my door…?” #Illusions #IntheArmsoftheLaw #MWTease

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

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This week’s tease comes from Illusions.

Brady has just had one of his visions, events yet to come and it gripped him while he was on the phone with Isabella Knowles who he has kept his relationship with her secret. But he’s falling harder and faster than he ever thought possible. Here, she’s run to his apartment after the line went dead while his vision took over.

(c) Kacey Hammell, 2017

All he could hear was pounding. And it felt like someone had taken a battering ram to his head. Brady opened his eyes, only to see the white, cracked ceiling of his bedroom. Disoriented, he sat up, prayed the hammering in his head would stop. Only then did he realize the noise in his head were not the only insistent thumps he could hear.

Someone was at his front door. He paused with his hands on his knees and allowed himself a moment to focus and stop the room from spinning.

Normally he would sit and let the memory of his vision come to him, but for the first time in a while, he didn’t need time to remember this one. What he’d seen was just as clear as his feet in front of him. Only in this instance, a fear like none other devoured him. His heart pounded as though it would beat right out of him, as well as break, if it were to come true.illusions-lrg

“Brady?”

His head jerked up at Isabella’s voice beside him. He saw the only person in his life who truly mattered to him. It scared him, but he needed to touch her. Now. The sooner, the better. He pulled her close, his arms around her waist, buried his face in her belly, and inhaled the scent that was solely hers. He craved it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred sixty-five days a year. It was all her. His woman. The one he loved more than life itself.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

He heard the worry in her voice, and squeezed his arms around her tighter. If he could pull her into his body, he would so she would remain safe forever and they’d never be apart.

“Christ, Brady, you’re killing me. Talk to me.” She tried to move away from him, but he couldn’t bear to let her go. “God damn it. Let go. You’re squeezing too tight.”

She was probably right and he loosened his grip on her. He tugged her down to his lap.

She squirmed, tried to rise and get away from him, but he held her tight. “You are being ridiculous. What happened?”

“How did you get in, babe?” He looked into her baby-blue eyes, saw varied emotions running rampant. Concern, confusion, even anger, but the concern warmed his heart.

“You were just gone. I heard you groan my name and then nothing. I thought I better come over and check on you. Just to be sure you were okay.”

Her nonchalant tone almost made him smiled. Underneath it all, he heard the worry and wouldn’t let her get away with it.

“But the door was locked, Bella. How did you get in?”

A blush stole over her face, and he couldn’t contain his grin. He didn’t want her to question him too much about his vision. She accepted his visions better than anyone else and understood what his painful groan would mean. Until he sorted through it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to share it with her. He would have to warn her, tell her some of what he’d seen so she would be prepared.

“I owe you a new door, actually.” As she blushed, he watched her stumble over what she’d done. “I kept pounding but got no answer, so I kicked it in.”

“You broke my door by kicking it in?” He wanted to laugh. And she said she didn’t care for him at all.

 

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#MidWeekTease ~ “Pull yourself together.” #Awakenings #MWTease

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This week’s tease is from my upcoming suspense title, AWAKENINGS.

Here, Detectives, Alicia Knowles & her partner Ethan James have come upon the dead body of a young woman brutally murdered. After what Alicia went through in ILLUSIONS (book 1 of In the Arms of the Law), let’s just say, she is not dealing with it well.

And Alicia’s actions have repercussions that surprise her, and add tension to an already difficult situation Captain Cole Douglass, her boss — and her old lover…

 

(C) Kacey Hammell,2016

“Dammit it, Ethan, get over here. Help me cover her!”

At the high-pitched, crazed tone in his partner’s voice, Ethan had a feeling Alicia Knowles was remembering the past. He strode quickly to her side.

“You know we can’t cover her, move her, or do anything to contaminate the body or KH_Awakenings_V1_400X600scene.” He clipped the radio to his belt and knelt beside Alicia at Monica’s right side. His gaze lifted to his partner’s face. He saw what he’d feared: pale complexion, tight-set lips as concern and fear waged war on her face.

“Pull yourself together.”

Not quite six months had passed since Alicia had been held hostage, naked, gagged, and bound to a chair by a madman with a knife and a bomb. Earlier, when they’d received the call to investigate the sighting of the suspect they’d been on the lookout for, Ethan noted Alicia’s immediate stillness. There had been a misstep in her stride as they came upon the body—clothes torn, beaten, and still bound and gagged—lying in the parking lot behind her apartment building.

“I don’t want anyone to see her like this.” Alicia’s shaky voice washed over him.

The iciness of it chilled him to the bone.

She came back to the job too soon. I should have tried to stop her.

“She’s cold.” Alicia tenderly touched the dead woman’s cheek. “Help me get her off this cold cement. Let’s put her in the back seat of the car.”

To witness his partner wanting to comfort the young woman, a mere four years younger than she, nearly broke his heart.

But common sense prevailed. “Fuck, don’t touch her.” He grabbed her hand. “Dammit, Ali. Just wait for the M.E.” Ethan saw her body tighten with tension, and her gaze blazed fire at him as she lifted her head. She pinned him with a stare he’d come to recognize over the last few months. Rage, ice, and anger in those hardened eyes.

If looks could kill….

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#MidWeekTease ~ “Nice job, get him naked.” #MWtease #RevvedandReady

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This week’s tease is from one of my older titles, a short story that I absolutely loved writing. Grey & Maddy are neighbors who have never “crossed the fence” into anything beyond friendship.

Here, Grey’s fallen from a ladder and Maddy is the perfect nurse. *g*

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© Kacey Hammell, 2016

“Grey?”

“Over here. Dammit. I’m a klutz.”

She found him lying on his back, holding his side with the ladder beside him and a broken light bulb further away on his other side. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he’d been changing the bulb and fell on his ass.

Maddy kneeled in front of him. “Where’s does it hurt the most?”Cover_Mustang-Maddy

He shifted, wincing, and waved her away. “I’ll be fine. Probably just a bruise.” He yanked a piece of cardboard off the second shelf of the bench and tossed it over the broken glass.

She grabbed his arm to stop his movements. If he was injured worse than he thought, he could do more harm than good. “Sit still and tell me. Better safe than sorry.”

His hazel eyes met hers. Damn if her insides didn’t quiver. The golden embers were surrounded by a wide black circle. Sometimes, when he looked at her, she thought of the Yellow Eyed Demon in Supernatural. She was addicted to that TV show and had always been fascinated with the yellow contacts the bad guy wore.

Not the time. Ridiculous time to think about that.

She shifted closer and pushed all other thoughts from her mind except helping a friend. A mighty sexy friend, but she was a professional. His tanned skin and muscular physique wouldn’t sway her. His lean body made her mouth water. He was her patient and could be seriously hurt. She should be ashamed of herself for ogling him when he was down.

“Just landed on my elbow. And the damn ladder scraped my rib. Really, Mads, I’ll be fine.” He pushed away from her and shifted into a better sitting position against the workbench behind him.

“Right. And the bleeding is just for fun? I need to investigate to see if you need stitches, and want to be sure nothing is broken. Take the shirt off, Grey.”

Nice job, get him naked.

 

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#MidWeekTease ~ “He’s been shot.” #CanadianMuscle #MWTease

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This week’s tease comes from an **Untitled** WIP, (unedited) and is the sequel to GUARDING MIDNIGHT.  Readers meet FBI agent Frank and Charlie in book 1 of the CDN Muscle series, and their relationship has had many, many ups and downs. Here, he’s returned after a long absence. And Charlie’s life is turned upside down.

© Kacey Hammell, 2016

“Come on in. No danger. Just an asshole who decided to crash my place.”

Charlie followed Shree up the stairs and in to Marc’s apartment. The dark furniture always saddened her. she thought there should be lighter colors in such a small room but Marc refused to let her do a makeover. His bedroom area was closed off behind another dark fabric, but she didn’t see anyone else in the room. She couldn’t help noticing the sink full of dishes in the kitchenette in the corner. Her friend really needed a woman in his life. The thought came and went quickly considering he pined for one woman and she wasn’t ready for any relationship with a man.

“Sorry for spooking ya. I tried your phone,” Marc nodded at Gavin.

“I left it in the car since we’re leaving soon. What’s going on?”

Marc eyes Charlie, pity clear on his face. “Sorry, kiddo,” he reached out to the curtain hiding his bed, and pulled it back.

“Fuck me,” Gavin’s voice boomed around the work-in-progressroom.

Charlie stumbled, her back hitting the wall. She righted herself, breathing fast, staring at the figure on the bed.

What the hell was he doing here?

She’d assumed he was still off fighting bad guys somewhere when Shree told her they’d never received an RSVP from him. Though, a man like him would probably never reply in such a fanciful way. And she didn’t want to admit that she’d been coyly watching the door all day to see if he’d just show up. With him like this now, pale, blood covering his white dress tshirt, wasn’t how she’d imagined seeing him again.

“He’s been shot. Clear, through and through. Wrecked stitches from what I can see.” Marc’s voice sounded like a whisper to her ears since the throbbing in her head grew louder with each passing second. Her body was numb, nothing seemed real. Everyone’s breathing even echoed around her.

“Shot?” Gavin stepped closer, and leaned over the bed, then opened one side of the shirt.

Charlie caught her breath at the sight of the bloody bandage across his side.

“Are you okay, Charlie?” Shree’s arms came around her shoulder.

Charlie nodded, her mind on the conversation between the men.

“Maybe a couple days old would. He shouldn’t be traveling like this. Fucker’s bleeding all over my bed, was out cold like this when I came in. Haven’t been able to wake his sorry ass.”

The whirring sounds filled Charlie’s head, like a fan on high. Just whir, whir, whir, spinning and not cooling her down. Her skin sweated. Palms wet, she wiped them on the wall she leaned against.

This – him, here, blood – it shouldn’t be happening.

 


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#MidWeekTease ~ “…I killed our little boy.” #SweetestSalvation #MWTease #Erotic #Romance

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Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great! I know it’s been a bit since I participated in a Mid Week Tease, but life got in the way and I’m happy to be back now.

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Here is a tease from SWEETEST SALVATION, an oldie but a goodie! This is the first book in the Club Splendor series. It’s also available in print.

Andy lost her son and husband tragically. And she’s still working through her grief. Her husband’s best friend, Hunter, would do anything to keep her safe and take away her pain.

 

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“I wish I had died instead of my darling little boy. My sweet angel.” Andy dropped her forehead onto her knees. Sobs racked her body.

Hunter’s eyes filled with tears. Memories of Peter toddling toward him, calling him “Unc Ter”. His heart ached missing him.

“Andy, look at me.” He waited until she lifted her head. Eyes and nose red, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him. “I understand how you’re feeling.” He raised a hand when she opened her mouth to object. “I do. I wish I could go back in time and change everything. To bring them both back. But I can’t, and neither can you.”SweetestSalvation

He cupped her calves and rubbed softly. “You need to find a way out of your despair and move on. It’s what Patrick would want.”

She shook her head. “Patrick hated me before he died. His grief and hatred for me is what killed him.”

“No, sweetheart, listen.” He clasped her hands when she shook her head. “Dammit, hear me. You know about the heart disease that ran in the Sheaver family. Patrick’s grandfather and a couple other grandparents before him all died from it. I know the doctors explained it to you. Patrick’s heart just stopped beating while he slept. It’s not your fault.”

“But losing Peter put more stress on his heart. If I hadn’t lost our baby, Patrick might still be here. I don’t care what the doctors say about some hereditary disease.” Andy’s hands tightened around his. “He died from a broken heart because I killed our little boy.”

Hunter could almost feel the pain shooting from her fingertips.

“I want them back, Hunter,” she whispered.

“So do I, sweetheart, so do I.” He rubbed her fingers gently with his own, their gazes locked.

He could drown in her eyes. Though he’d kept his feelings buried deep so they never showed when he was around her, there were times when he’d let his guard down a little bit. Sometimes he wished she’d look at him as she once looked at Patrick.

He’d watch the two of them together, kissing, touching and sharing looks across the room. At the club, he’d seen them pet one another, raising their arousal and desire before they’d head home and take care of those needs.

But Hunter had never felt jealous of Patrick. He’d been like a brother to him, and he would never harbor any grudges against him for finding happiness. He’d only wished that he could find someone to love besides the lady in front of him and grow old with her. To see the Sheavers, as well as Andy and Patrick love one another allowed Hunter to believe in it.

“The pain and guilt will one day fade. Until then, you have to continue to live your life and push it away.”

“I don’t deserve not to suffer. After everything—”

“No, dammit,” Hunter cut her off, anger surging within him. “You do deserve happiness again. What you do not deserve is to let strangers use you in whatever twisted ways you’ve thought up in your mind. It’s inconceivable to think you’d allow yourself to be treated like that.”

Andy pulled her hands from his grasp and huffed out a deep breath. “You don’t know anything about it. I’ll go back to the club whenever I damn well please.”

“No, you won’t,” Hunter said, smug. “All members of the staff have been given explicit instructions. They will be fired if they grant you access of any kind.”

Andy gasped and clenched her fists. Hunter had the feeling she wanted to slug him.

“You didn’t! It’s not Bridget or Zander’s fault,” she scowled. “Do you hate me so much that you’d take away the only thing that gives me any kind of way to live with everything?”

“Hate you.” Hunter frowned. “Whoever said I hated you? God, Andy, I…”

He caught himself before he said too much.

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#MidWeekTease: “You broke my door…?” ~ Illusions #IntheArmsoftheLaw #MWTease

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

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This week’s tease — and NEW RELEASE — comes from Illusions.

Brady has just had one of his visions, events yet to come and it gripped him while he was on the phone with Isabella Knowles who he has kept his relationship with her secret. But he’s falling harder and faster than he ever thought possible. Here, she’s run to his apartment after the line went dead while his vision took over.

 

(c) Kacey Hammell, 2016
All he could hear was pounding. And it felt like someone had taken a battering ram to his head. Brady opened his eyes, only to see the white, cracked ceiling of his bedroom. Disoriented, he sat up, prayed the hammering in his head would stop. Only then did he realize the noise in his head were not the only insistent thumps he could hear.

Someone was at his front door. He paused with his hands on his knees and allowed himself a moment to focus and stop the room from spinning.

Normally he would sit and let the memory of his vision come to him, but for the first time in a while, he didn’t need time to remember this one. What he’d seen was just as clear as his feet in front of him. Only in this instance, a fear like none other devoured him. His heart pounded as though it would beat right out of him, as well as break, if it were to come true.illusions-lrg

“Brady?”

His head jerked up at Isabella’s voice beside him. He saw the only person in his life who truly mattered to him. It scared him, but he needed to touch her. Now. The sooner, the better. He pulled her close, his arms around her waist, buried his face in her belly, and inhaled the scent that was solely hers. He craved it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred sixty-five days a year. It was all her. His woman. The one he loved more than life itself.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

He heard the worry in her voice, and squeezed his arms around her tighter. If he could pull her into his body, he would so she would remain safe forever and they’d never be apart.

“Christ, Brady, you’re killing me. Talk to me.” She tried to move away from him, but he couldn’t bear to let her go. “God damn it. Let go. You’re squeezing too tight.”

She was probably right and he loosened his grip on her. He tugged her down to his lap.

She squirmed, tried to rise and get away from him, but he held her tight. “You are being ridiculous. What happened?”

“How did you get in, babe?” He looked into her baby-blue eyes, saw varied emotions running rampant. Concern, confusion, even anger, but the concern warmed his heart.

“You were just gone. I heard you groan my name and then nothing. I thought I better come over and check on you. Just to be sure you were okay.”

Her nonchalant tone almost made him smiled. Underneath it all, he heard the worry and wouldn’t let her get away with it.

“But the door was locked, Bella. How did you get in?”

A blush stole over her face, and he couldn’t contain his grin. He didn’t want her to question him too much about his vision. She accepted his visions better than anyone else and understood what his painful groan would mean. Until he sorted through it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to share it with her. He would have to warn her, tell her some of what he’d seen so she would be prepared.

“I owe you a new door, actually.” As she blushed, he watched her stumble over what she’d done. “I kept pounding but got no answer, so I kicked it in.”

“You broke my door by kicking it in?” He wanted to laugh. And she said she didn’t care for him at all.

More about Illusions…

Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn’t include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before.  She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.

Burned by his fiancée years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life.  But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.

Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.

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Mid Week Tease: “…his smile strips me bare.” #LivRancourt #RoTG #MWTease @LivRancourt

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

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Today’s tease I’m sharing with the awesome Liv Rancourt.

Here is a look into “The Secret of Obedience”, Liv’s latest release….

 
The
Secret of
Obedience
 
Blurb
 
Can a jock find love with a hot little hipster?
Opposites attract, but secrets divide.
Ronnie Durand is a country boy who transfers to the University of Washington after two
years at Central. He’ll have to give up playing football, though finishing his education at a major university in Seattle – and being out and proud without having to look over his shoulder – makes the sacrifice worthwhile. 
But finding friends at a huge school is tough, especially when the hottest guy
Ronnie meets makes him doubt his own sanity.
Sang’s been on his own a long time. He’s only a couple steps away from living on the
street, and he’s got dreams so big they don’t leave space for a steady
boyfriend. Then he meets Ronnie, who just might be strong enough to break
through his barriers….as long as Sang lets him in on one big secret. 
 
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Vietnamese cooking…

It’s warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt, and the campus is relatively quiet except for a handful of die-hard election enthusiasts who are still passing out flyers in front of the HUB. I ignore the idiots pushing their anti-gay marriage agenda, and sidestep the fans of Senator Whozit. My freakishly liberal mother married a small town Republican, so I grew up taking the fifth on political stuff, more of an agnostic than an actual atheist. I pretty much can’t open my mouth without being accused of siding with one of them, so I keep it shut.

But I do grab a pamphlet explaining why marijuana should be legal, because duh.

The Ave is busier than the campus, mostly with college kids wandering through the pizza places to the used book stores to the faded pubs. A steady stream of cars rolls past, blunting the crisp fall air with exhaust. I’m about to duck into the College Inn Pub when Sang comes around the corner of 40th St.

Sang.

Surprise hits me harder than the coffee I had for breakfast, fading to a rock-hard blast of desire. His long hair is twisted into a bun and secured with a pair of glossy black sticks. His faded gray tunic hits him about mid-thigh, his legs are bare, and he’s wearing a beat-up pair of Dr. Martens and a long feathered earring. Maybe I’m weird, but I want him in all his freaky, funky beauty.

I cross my arms and wait. There’s no place for him to go except right past me. Across the street, someone bursts out cursing and a driver lays on their car’s horn. I glance over. No blood. I glance back. No Sang. Dammit. There’s only one store between me and where I saw him last, and it’s one of those one-off Asian places where the window’s crowded with candies and porcelain bowls and small brass Buddhas. Nowhere else he could have gone, so I push through the door.

The light is much dimmer than outside, and it takes me a minute to adjust. I catch a flash of white in the corner, Sang’s feather. He’s contemplating a display of colored packages, but all the labels are in some other language, so I don’t know what they are. I walk up behind him, close enough to pick up his unique scent through the store’s incense and sesame oil smell.

“Don’t crowd me, Sugar Cookie.” He doesn’t turn around.

Right. I take another step, close enough for the hem of his skirt to brush against my shorts.

He spins around and puts his hand on my chest. “What are you doing?” He sounds indignant, but his eyes are laughing.

And his smile strips me bare.

“I was thinking about grabbing a beer next door.” I flick the feather with my index finger. “Wanna join me?”

His smile softens, and he tugs my hand away from his earring, lacing our fingers together. “I’m sorry, baby. I can’t. I’m working today.”

“What are you doing? Do you live down here?” So many questions. Finding him on The Ave pretty much convinces me his “I don’t go to UW” line is bullshit.

He brushes my knuckles against his cheek. “I wish I had time to play.” He spins back around. “I’m just grabbing something quick for lunch.”

Frustration forces me back a little. “Okay well, maybe I should grab something, too. The Husky game starts in about an hour.”

“Are you going to watch the Seahawks tomorrow?” He slides a glance over his shoulder and flicks his fingers so I can see his team-colors manicure.

I almost say “only if you’ll watch it with me”, but I don’t want to get shot down again. “Yeah, if I get my homework done.”

“Good. They’re playing Denver, you know, and I hate the Broncos.”

Talking football with my favorite freak surrounded by a store full of Made In China is a little surreal. My head’s pretty spun when he grabs a bag off the rack and shoves it at me.

“Here,” he says, grinning so hard he’s almost giving himself a dimple. “You need some of this.”

The bag is full of little brown balls about the size of peas. “What is it?”

“Bap chien gion. Like corn nuts.”

He’s still digging through the racks, flipping from package to package. “This one, too.” He tosses something back at me.

I do my best to read the label. “Moot dow tai.”

“Mut dau tay.” He echoes me, but the words sound nothing like mine.

“Is this Chinese or something?”

He gives me an exasperated look over his shoulder and twitches his ass so it bumps against my thighs. “Vietnamese, Cookie.”

I feel sorta stupid. I’ve never met anyone from Vietnam before. Still holding the last package he’s handed me, I ask “What are these red things?”

“Strawberry candy. I love them.”

Might be a weird combination with the beer I’d been planning to drink during the Husky game, but I don’t want to offend him a second time. If I even offended him the first time. It’s hard to tell. His energy is as changeable as a river when there are clouds overhead, sometimes sparkling but other times dark as pitch.

“This one’s good, too. Hat sen sey kho. Fried lotus seeds.” He spins, hands it to me, too close, making it hard for me to breathe. He grabs a couple more for himself and steps up until he’s pressed against me. “Come on, Cookie. Get out of the way so I can pay for this.” He snuggles his nose against my chest, humming so I can feel the vibration in my sternum.

“I gotta get back to work.” His body and his mouth are saying such completely different things that I can’t move, don’t know how to respond. After a moment he sighs and steps around me. “If I go out tonight, it won’t be until very late. I have to work.”

Hope and disappointment have an MMA bout in my gut. “Don’t know if I’ll go out at all.”

“Maybe I’ll see you next week some time, then.”

Hope gets the upper hand. “Will you?”

“What?” His feather flutters in a sudden breeze.

“See me next week?”

“If you get very, very lucky.” He slides some cash to the shriveled old woman behind the register. She speaks to him in Vietnamese, and he laughs and answers back. Then he’s gone, but when I go to pay for the snacks he’s chosen for me, I find out he already did.

 

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