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"I don't really like dust," Tatum replied a little doubtfully, scrunching her nose just slightly as Frankie kissed it. "But I bet Sam has really good breakfast.. probably poptarts, oh my god."
She scooted closer again, her head moving onto Frankie's pillow, so they were only a few inches apart. "I really wanna eat poptarts, baby, what do?"
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