Chapter 150 150. The New Post

"What do you want for breakfast?"

Standing in front of the open refrigerator, I stared at the shelves packed with food. Eggs. Bacon. Yogurt. Fruit. Bread. Cheese. My hand hovered over the eggs, then moved to the yogurt, then back to the eggs.

"Fiera?"

"I don't know. There's just so much. I can't ...

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