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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Yeah.
This was beautiful and made me want to cry but in a good way.
Thanks :)
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