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One moring in the Sheffield residence as [y/n] was in the kitchen starting coffee for the morning, as they wiped their slightly damp hands on a kitchen towel, they heard Fran rush down the stairs leading into the kitchen.

Her face seemed flushed, and [Y/N] looked at her with a concerned expression, slinging the towel over their shoulder.

"Miss Fine-?" [Y/n] was cut off by Frans frantic hushed yell.

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