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... smelled good—warm and rich with spices.
Dishes of all kinds were laid out on the high table and looking at them, I was sure as fuck that only grandma could have made them.
As for Pixie—
"Judge her when you start putting food on the table, brat. Focus on eating right now." Even though it seemed that Damien was lecturing me but I knew he just wanted me to dig in so he can share the taste through our mental connection.
This bastard lol—
Roasted meat, buttere ...
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