Several months have passed since last time
Katie, in anthro form, was fixing breakfast for me one Thursday morning. I woke up to the smell of fresh smoked bacon, sausage, eggs, and вафель, вафли being made. As I wandered in the кухня I saw the most beautiful girl in the world waiting for me.
"Morning honey." I сказал(-а) Поцелуи her cheek.
"Morning Chris! How are Ты honey?" She сказал(-а) Поцелуи me back.
"Im good! Wow Ты made breakfast?!" I said.
"Yep! Your mom showed me how to cook over the break!" Katie сказал(-а) with a grin.
I then began stuffing my face. It was pretty damn good. I never knew a волк could cook...
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