Luckily, my mother was a damn fine pastry chef. She could make anything out of sugar, flour, and three hours, and when my bastard father left her for another man, she put to use the only marketable skill she had. We moved into the city and lived above the bakery. The kitchen in the back always smelled of sweet, baking deliciousness and would waft
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I haven't had the time to be on lately, and I didn't see this I'm so so so so so sorry I FAIL SO HARD and need more sleep, argh.
I can't go back to my dorm until after 7:25 tonight, but as soon as I am home I will be reading this and freaking out at you, oh my god I fail so hard. *kicks self*
HOWEVER. You still haven't read my vampire story, have you lol? NEENER NEENER. We will get better at this! I have faith we will! ♥♥
love you, :D
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lovelovelove
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AWESOME BEBE YOU ARE FANTASTIC!!
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yay!
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