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... icked off her shoes, feet curled under her on the chair, her elbow bumping into Billy’s every few seconds as she reached across him for another bite she didn’t bother to ask permission for.
"Seriously," Billy groaned, nudging her back with a gentle shove. "You have your own plate."
Camila grinned. "Yeah, but yours tastes better."
Artur smiled quietly beside him, head down as he stirred his food, but the warmth in his eyes gave him away.
He wasn’t used to this—mess ...
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