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The smell of freshly brewed coffee and tea crept into the tidy bedroom of a sleeping 18 year old. His momentarily disoriented brain began to put together what he had to do that day:
Pick up Dominique from the recreational center at 3:30. Be at the strip club 7-1am.
He groaned and rubbed his eyes as he moved his blanket aside exposing his impressive morning wood. He gathered his clothes for the day and brought them into the bathroom where he did his morning routine, then went downstairs to greet his mommy dearest.
She was standing over the stovetop making breakfast for two. Ben was in the living room, his feet up in his recliner, his face buried in his newspaper and a half eaten breakfast. Miles walked up behind Mia and pecked her on the cheek. “Morning. Smells good.”
Miles decided to keep her company at the kitchen table.
Pick up Dominique from the recreational center at 3:30. Be at the strip club 7-1am.
He groaned and rubbed his eyes as he moved his blanket aside exposing his impressive morning wood. He gathered his clothes for the day and brought them into the bathroom where he did his morning routine, then went downstairs to greet his mommy dearest.
She was standing over the stovetop making breakfast for two. Ben was in the living room, his feet up in his recliner, his face buried in his newspaper and a half eaten breakfast. Miles walked up behind Mia and pecked her on the cheek. “Morning. Smells good.”
Miles decided to keep her company at the kitchen table.
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