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The Apartment #16

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"Breakfast Timmy," Tracey says, and Timmy comes straight away. "Good boy."
Rick drips from bathroom to bedroom and rushes to get dressed. If he gets out soonish he'll be on time.
"Toast, Rick?"
He's ready now.
"No thanks," and he kisses Tim's head, kisses Tracey, pushes a tie into his jacket pocket, grabs keys from the breakfast bar, squeezes Tracey's breast and kisses her briefly again, all in one swift, well practiced movement. Then says "Byebye, gang, love you."
Tim's too busy spooning cereal up off his arm to reply. Tracey replies "Love you!" but the door has already closed.

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