So, we're up and about now. You're softly humming a song and drumming on the counter and egg cartons.
"Don't drum on the stove, Eo," I tell you.
"That would suck," wewe laugh, enchanting my ears.
"And hurt,"
You agree and flip the French Toast. I ask if wewe want any help. wewe say that you've got it, and I nod and say 'kay.
You're so cute. You're glowing, like when wewe do when you're around children, animals, muziki au dancing. When you're yourself. Playing a game, just... Amazing.
I sense wewe about to turn around, so I mess with the bowl of matunda on the table. I don't want wewe to catch me staring......
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