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"See you," Dylan blurts, tieing his shoe lace ,he looks at me sitting on the stool near the shelf "Take care," he tells aloud.

"Bye bye,drive safe," I tell aloud as I'm sitting on the dining chair and he is in the doorway, I pass him a smile as he waves at me and walks out.

Grabbing the fork I stab on the omlet with some sausages and stuff it in my mouth.

"Ms Anna," he calls out