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there is something really soothing and glorious about going to a small garden in the middle of kennsington and watching the boy you're spending time with pick veggies from his garden to make you dinner. The garden is right in the middle of our houses and so we walked there holding hands with a milk crate to put everything in. Then he made me the best dinner I've had in awhile. He poured me a glass from his new batch of kombucha and I fell asleep on his chest while watching a movie. His best friends and roommates refer to me as the "mega babe" and are legit happy he's seeing me. It is pretty sweet and easy.