Breakfast

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“What are you doing here?” Amy stood at the top of the stairs in her flannel pajamas, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She was far too hungry to be polite. Cam glanced up from the bacon he was frying, grinning at her grumpiness. He gestured towards the pan with his spatula, “Making breakfast, obviously. What are you doing here?” Amy rolled her eyes and gestured at her attire: “I live here, obviously.” Cam laughed…