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(Tuesday morning, INT: NP and JP's home, cuddling on the couch)

NP: Speaking of breakfast, I should probably have another one.
JP: Mm. I should probably have something solid to go with my meds too.
NP: Yes you should.
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NP (getting up, moving to the kitchen): Well, we've got that organic ancient grain cluster stuff. You feel like a bowl of cereal?
JP: Yes please. I love you.
NP: I love you too.
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NP (distributing cereal): Ooh, and we still have some bloobs, you want some of those on top?
JP: Sure.
NP: And a little honey, just a touch.
JP: Sounds good.
NP: Soy milk?
JP (blurts uncontrollably): Hola milk, soy Dad.
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JP: ...what just happened?
NP (gleeful): Eeeee!