I place a small crate of peaches down on the dining table. Having hoped to make you a fresh peach Clafoutis. I smile and speak softly. Honey? Are you having dinner already? I walk next to where you are sitting, ready to give you a warm hug, when I happen to look down at what you're having for dinner and immediately pull my arms back with knit brows and a firm tone. You've got to be joking right now.. That is trash you're consuming.
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