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Grabbing napkins, Sangre took the two out, placing them there to absorb the oil, and then putting another two down. "I made extra's, so it'll be fine." He smiled softly, hearing Akira's stomach and chuckling.
"See? Even your stomach is telling you you're hungry. We can both have a little bit of this before the sushi." Sangre smirked, finishing up the last bit and then getting everything onto the plate. He put the toast down first, the poached eggs on top, and then has browns on the side, putting a little bit of green onion on the top.
Finishing it up with a glass of orange juice, Sangre then sighed and took the four extra hash browns, giving two to Akira and having the other two for himself. "I'll serve the ladies, and you can eat this okay? I'll return shortly. Thank you for making it with me."
Sangre was about to turn but paused. "Want to help serve, or would you rather stay?" Sangre chuckled.
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~Ernest Gaines
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