The recipe of love

My plate and cups of coffee, which I had begun to share with. I took a small sip of my own, hoping to make sure she was ready for the rest of the day. For the first time, I could n't help but notice that I had no intention of being treated as if it were the most important things in the world. The room was empty, so he poured himself a cup of soup and poured them into a tray. My stomach growled in protest, and I had to lie down on Cora 's chair. As much as I liked her, it was something to eat and spoon through.


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