On Sunday morning the smell of waffles was in our kitchen and the three of us were being nice and lazy and chattering. I'd been sitting at the table but I thought I'd get up and make myself some coffee. When I went to the machine, it was already on and sputtering. Yes, someone had already made coffee for me (and knew how I made it from watching me
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She certainly is.
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