[ She looked up from where she leaned on the counter, glancing at him like his face was offensive with a crinkling of her nose. ] What? [ Her mind processed the question. ] No. No, I just -- [ She looked back down at her fruit and knife and cleaved off another chunk of it, raising the knife so she could eat the chunk off of it, thoughtful. Finally, decisively, she spoke as she lowered the knife back down, stabbing the fruit more definitively. ] Couldn't sleep.
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