Thoreau groaned, rolling over when Pansy slapped him. "You can't hit me like that. My body starts thinking you mean things you don't mean," he told her, smiling up at her a bit. "Come here, Pans."
He took the coffee from her and put it on the bedside table, then pulled her down beside him. "What lovely things are we doing today, then?"
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