Before the taking of toast and tea., Ten II/Rose, pg.
She mixes the batter, by the light of the streetlamp that sits beyond the garden fence. Twirling the spoon around the thick substance until it’s smooth, licking the excess off of the spoon as soon as it’s all separated and eventually put into the oven. She can’t sleep, but what she doesn’t
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She thinks about how this never happened when she baked before. How he never appeared and made everything alright, but now he can, each and every morning.
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isn't the comm brilliant??! :D
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