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I snort. “I wasn’t blessed with your wicked-fast metabolism, so I can’t eat your food very often.” I lift the donut burger to my lips and take a bite. My eyes close as I chew and swallow. It’s the perfect combination of sweet and salty. “Dear God, Ellie’s right.”

Jake frowns as he brings his water bottle to his lips. “About what?”

I grin. “She says you put the come in comfort food