BROCK “Damn, you’re up early,” Jared comments as I stroll into the kitchen on Saturday morning.“Don’t get used to it,” I groan, going straight for the coffee pot and pouring myself a cup. My nose twitches as a delicious scent wafts my way from the oven. “Damn, what’s that smell?”“Your mom brought a quiche over,” Jared says, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the kitchen counter. “I think it’s bacon and tomato this time.”“Nothing gets me out of bed faster than the smell of Mom’s quiche,” Brent laughs, sauntering in. He looks my way, narrowing his eyes. “Bacon and tomato again, really? Isn’t that your favorite?”“Sure is,” I smile smugly.When we were growing up, my mom would make a quiche every Saturday for breakfast, changing up the types of veggie
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