Breakfast is the meal and there's that pie. I gotta get it to him this morning. I am or am no longer saying it's the best one yet. I'll let him tell me. It may be too sour. Lots of vitamin C, I'll say.
He'll smile before he pleads, "No more. Stop!"
Today I am grateful for this time in our lives.
In response, you are not only fine. You are beautiful. Thank you for being here.
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Fine is that pie. What a craving you put on me.
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