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In most houses, the bathroom is where everyone rushes to beat the rest, eager to use the amenities before everyone else and beat the line of cranky, just rolled out of bed family members.
In this house though, that place was the coffee pot.
“I swear to God if there is not at least ONE CUP left by the time I get up there I’m divorcing all of you,” Miggs groaned as he entered the kitchen to see the three other members of his household huddled around the Godsend of liquid caffeine, waiting for the pot to fill with enough drippings to make a mug.
“But you’re only married to Peter,” Heinz yawned, reaching up to pat the thick arm Peter had wrapped around Heinz’s waist, face buried in Heinz’s hunched upper back where he stood behind him. “Unless, like, you mean in a biblical sense. Am I using that right?” Miggs just grunted in response, heartlessly elbowing his way through to the pot to make his own cup.