The next morning I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast. It was Sunday so Greta wasn't here. I got some bread and put it in the toaster, I was starving. While the bread was toasting, I made myself a coffee. I sat down at the counter and spread jam on the toast. I looked up when Mason came into the kitchen looking like he had a rough night, I assumed he had been out drinking. Probably with Cole."Good morning," I sang. He grunted and slumped in the chair next to me, taking my other piece of toast.
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