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“Ah frak!” She swore as she spilled half of the ground caf beans intended for the brewing machine across the surface of her kitchen counter.
“Hey! Language!” The slightly bleary voice came from the doorway behind her and Mischa grinned at Jon’son over her shoulder.
“Awwww I’m sorry. Did I offend your delicate sensibilities, Big Man?” She asked, grin still evident.
Stone stretched, working the kink out of his neck, “Yeah, I’m not used to such language.” He replied with a roll of his eyes.
