I miss standing in your kitchen, talking with you while you prepared your family's dinner, always being in the way as you reached for a cabinet or the fridge, but always ready to listen to you with a paper towel in my hand for your occasional spills, always ready to taste test the great creations you made with the sometimes sub-par ingredients that life gave you found in the kitchen. Sorry, was that a euphemism?
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Who the hell said these were supposed to be the best years of out lives? So far, I'm not really digging them.
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