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At 6:25, the house is slowly waking up. Connor stands at the stove, scrambling egg whites from a carton. On the counter, the toaster spits up two slices of whole-wheat toast. A plate of turkey bacon sits on a paper towel to soak up grease, the savory-sweet aroma filling the air.
Connor had hoped the aroma would wake Hank up. But Hank doesn’t emerge from his room.
By 7:40, all the food is cold and Hank still hasn’t woken. Connor sighs as he shovels the food into the disposal, but doesn’t frown.
By 7:40, all the food is cold and Hank still hasn’t woken. Connor sighs as he shovels the food into the disposal, but doesn’t frown.
It’s Sunday, Hank’s day off, and Hank has had a tiring week. It’s good that he has the chance to sleep in once in a while.
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