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“I made chocolate chip cookies, banana bread, lemon cake and three different types of cupcakes. Take whatever you want.” Buck gestured around his kitchen counter and Eddie sighed.
“Don’t you think that you’ve been baking for too long by now?” he carefully asks, taking one of the cookies.
“No.”
“Buck, come on. It’s been weeks and you’re still spending your paycheck on flour and eggs and sugar and whatever else. Just call him.”
“I can’t ‘just call him’. He broke up with me.” Buck argues and Eddie sighs.
“Text him then. He’s probably just as miserable as you are.”
“Why? Do you know anything? Have you talked to him about it?”
“Call him and ask him yourself, Buck.”