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He pulled it out, the glass was icy cold. "Get a cup," Cinderella interjected, not looking up. Vince scratched his stomach, the black hair above his sleeper bottoms. He could pull them up a bit, so that he wasn't so exposed, but he really didn't care. From one of the cupboards he took a cup out, then joined her at the table. The cereal blocked his view of her as he poured himself a drink. Cocoa Puffs, a chocolate cereal. "i've never seen you eat before," Vince started, tapping the box aside.