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“That’s more like it.”
“Yo, Adds, bring me some of those donuts!” Meredith called out from the living room.
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” Addison shot her a glare.
“Oh wonderful and talented Addison, bring me some small cakes of sweetened dough, so that I might behold your beauty.”
“That’s more like it,” Addison says, pecking her wife on her lips as she hands her the box of donuts.
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