i woke up late the volgende morning the sun was streaming through the windows. well late for me. the pan pipes had been replaced with upbeat muziek that later turned out to be Celtic muziek from jac's older sister Sam's band. i could smell some delicious aromas and decided to follow my noise. it lead me to the keuken-, keuken i was greeted door the sight of jac hair thrown into a haphazard ponytail she was wearing a black knee length silk night dress with a silk japon, jurk that was adorned with horses. she was cooking and dancing. i felt silly in the joggers and t overhemd, shirt she had borrowed from flack last night.
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