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Anna staggered into the bright kitchen with gummy eyes, a haggard face, and disheveled pajamas.
“Late night?” Jennifer asked in a cheery voice.
She received a grunt in reply. Jennifer nodded. Anna was as grumpish as she looked.
“How late were you up last night?” Jennifer asked, maintaining the sickeningly sweet tone from before. It continued to grate on Anna.
“I hate you,” Anna said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
Jennifer hummed as she washed her dishes and cleaned the stove before preparing for work.
Anna stewed in the kitchen drinking her coffee and slowly cheering up.