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The door popped open and Sammi peeked in, a soft smile on her face, and said, “Hey you.”
A grin couldn’t help but c***k over Abby’s face, and she waved Sammi in. “Hey you, back.”
Holding up a brown paper bag with grease spots blooming on the bottom, Sammi offered, “I have a treat for you. Figured you deserved it after staying here overnight. How was breakfast?”
“Abysmal. Tasteless. Bland.” She picked up a plastic container of fruit salad. “They tried telling me this is fruit, but I refused to believe them.”
Plopping down on the edge of the bed, Sammi dropped the bag on Abby’s lap and poked at it. “Take a look.”
Abby tore the bag open and found two perfect chocolate croissants nestled at the bottom.
“Oh my God, you are the best friend a girl could ever have. Is it from—”
“La Boul
