...breakfast...

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The next day Jake had been sitting by me and handed me a burrito wrapped in tinfoil. "Breakfast burrito. Its homemade"
I smiled at him and bit into it. My eyes widened. It tasted amazing!(considering it's my first time having human food). He smiled giggling. "Tell me about yourself" he looked over at me, eating his own. My mouth full I nodded. I explained who I was, what happened, and what I've been doing to survive in the open. "Poor thing. So this is your first time eating actual food?" He questioned. I nodded and kept eating. He held out a weird orange liquid in a plastic bottle with a orange circle on it. "Its orange juice. And of course, that's the orange" he pointed. I nodded and took it politely. I opened it and tasted it. It was also amazing. I love it. I loved everything..! Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living here. Maybe I actually found friends, family, a house, and food! Oh boy I hope so..I'd be so lucky! He smiled, and pet me. "We'll go shopping tonight so we can decor your room." He looked at me. I nodded and finished my burrito. I got kinda sad..it was so good..I just couldn't get enough! But then..
"Here. You can have mine. I dont like egg anyways" he smiled handing me the burrito. Happy and excited I jumped on him, hugging. He smiled. I got off a bit later to eat. I finished the breakfast burrito then drank the last of that yummy orange juice! It was so sweet. I wonder what a real orange tastes like. Stretching, he pet me and gave me some clothes to have for the day. I thanked him. Before he left my room, I got up to hug him in greatfullness.

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