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Abigail groaned. it was 8 a.m.… time for class. She ruffled her messy bed-head hair and rolled out of bed, stumbling to the washroom. However, in a mere 10 minutes, she emerged, looking as proper as ever. Hair sleek, put up in her signature ponytail, makeup catlike, yet subtle. She returned to her room and performed the same act: a suggestive crop top and jeans that made her ass look the size of Jupiter. It jiggled as she strutted downstairs. She entered the living room to an unbelievable sight. Fast food bags, everywhere, including 2 pizza boxes. Littering the coffee table, floor, and last but not least, couch. It was there that the ravaged packaging shared some lazy company. Kate lay on the couch, in a deep slumber. Based on her engorged gut, it was some sort of food coma. She wasn’t storing, or drooling - she didn’t sleep like a slob, despite the hoglike scene she’d created. No, she was still as pretty as ever, like a slumbering princess. Well, with crumbs littering her