[Henry shoves dry handfuls of cereal into his mouth and stares at the side of the bed since he can't see Heather anymore. 8I Cereaaaaal. Yessss. The young man's glum tone picks up considerably. After a moment he fishes out a generous fistful and hold it up to Harry. He looked like he needed colorful children's cereal.
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[Henry shoves dry handfuls of cereal into his mouth and stares at the side of the bed since he can't see Heather anymore. 8I Cereaaaaal. Yessss. The young man's glum tone picks up considerably. After a moment he fishes out a generous fistful and hold it up to Harry. He looked like he needed colorful children's cereal.
FREND? Everybody loves sugar-coated packing peanuts. Everybody.]