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Standard disclaimers apply…
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She crept through the kitchen, stopping every few moments listening
anxiously for movement.
Her goal was in sight, another foot and she'd reach it.
At the sudden creaking of the stairs she froze. Eyes wide.
She watched as a dark shape moved past her, towards her goal. His
footsteps all but silent.
She glared at his back as he opened the fridge. His lean form
illuminated by the soft light. She struggled with herself as he
pulled out the small plate. Her heart leapt with fear, and her
stomach growled. Cheesecake.
"Dammit Trowa, that was mine!"
He smirked.
"Too bad."
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