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I glared at Caspian, my eyes narrowing in annoyance. Then, with a swift motion, I slapped his hand off my face. I continued eating, my gaze fixed on the TV, a frown etched on my face. The sounds of the show playing in the background did little to ease the tension between us.
Caspian's voice cut through the silence, his tone laced with amusement. "Are you mad at me?"
I responded with a cold, detached tone, "No, I'm not."
He chuckled deeply but briefly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're mad. You're very jealous, I can see that."
I rolled my eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. My silence seemed to egg him on, and he continued, "I'll get gingerbread cookies tomorrow."
My response was immediate and curt. "I don't want it. Go get it for Clara."
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