In early June when I have the house to myself in the evening, I stand in the middle of the kitchen at six o'clock. The sun is always shining at the most pefect angle. Sneaking in through the far window and spilling accross the length of the pale wooden dining table, it lingers up the polished ivory stovetop and rests ontop the vinegar and the salt
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lets play this game over again.
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you took it back
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that's fine...i'm not one of those people who get all upset when people don't update enough etc etc, that's silly. very nice to hear from you though, thanks!
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