Any Given Winter's Night

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Sam let out a breath, wisps of blond bangs flying upwards.

“I burned them again,” she informed the petite woman standing beside her, oven mitts on both hands.

“Make another batch, then,” came her reply as a tray of smoking lumps was dumped into a water-filled bucket.

“Sugar doesn’t grow on trees, Janet.”

“You’re going to learn how to make

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[thesparepart]

What a wonderful little snippet of life. It was like 'Sunday' but without the badness! Even though there was no story it was very interesting to see everyone breathe a contented sigh for a change :) Lovely work.

[soapbox_solo38]

They can be happy when Death isn't knocking at their doorstep, honestly! :) Thanks.