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Life is strange. One small evening can lead to a series of suns and moons that sometimes turn into something that stays with you. Life is strange. 4 tropical holiday seasons in and this city still surprises me in the best possible way. This Christmas, Saigon taught me to not be afraid to fall. #Sunday #stoptheworld #forelsket #kilig #TopOfTheWorld
con lợn màu hồng con lợn của anh à không phải anh không gọi em là con lợn con heo màu hồng con heo của anh con heo nằm trong vòng tay lớn rộng anh ôm em vào lòng anh hôn em lên tóc nhắn nhủ rằng mặt trời trong anh không khóc những ngày anh được ở cạnh em
những ngày anh được ở cạnh em được ôm tất cả dịu dàng thân quen trong một vòng tay ấm chặt được quan tâm nhau từng điều nhỏ nhặt được gối đầu lên tám vạn buồn vui vỡ vụn chung quanh đầy những tiếng cười
anh thấy mình lười chỉ muốn ngủ vùi đi tám trăm năm không tỉnh dậy ước gì cả tuần đều là thứ bảy ước gì luôn cùng nhau đâu đấy mặc kệ buồn vui mặc kệ người ta cứ ngược cứ xui anh cứ nằm trong lòng em mà ngủ nghe mùi thân quen vậy thôi là đủ
con lợn màu hồng con lợn của anh à không phải anh không gọi em là con lợn con heo màu hồng con heo của anh những thứ không vui cần phải qua nhanh cuộc đời kỳ lạ, kéo mình theo vài ba vấp ngã thôi đứng lên rồi đi tiếp sẽ trưởng thành hơn những lúc thấy buồn, những lúc thấy cô đơn tụi mình sẽ trốn vào nhau nghe tám vạn buồn vui vỡ vụn
anh ôm em vào lòng em cho anh gối đầu lên em nằm ngủ kệ mẹ cuộc đời tụi mình phải hạnh phúc thôi em ơi.
#phanhai
Những ngày hè tháng 3 mang theo chút tan vỡ em bỗng thấy mình già cỗi trứơc ánh bình minh ánh mắt nhẹ tênh mà lòng nặng trĩu có vạt nắng buông rơi dính tóc mềm
em nghĩ về chuỵên của tương lai những gì còn bâng khuâng trong quá khứ của em và của người ta nữa là tình yêu, tình bạn, là gia đình
Nếu em không nói liệu rằng anh có biết nỗi nhớ về anh đong đầy đến dường nào thèm gục đầu vào vai anh mà kể ngày hôm nay cô gái mệt quá trời
rồi người vuốt tóc, dịu dàng, khẽ bảo “Nhớ anh nhiều mệt quá hả em?”
Nếu em không nói, thì rằng anh có hiểu trái tim em non nớt và yếu mềm sợ người ta qua ngang dừng chân nán lại rồi ra đi nhanh như một cơn mưa rào
Sợ người bứơc vào tim em rồi bỏ đi mất để lại em day dứt đến khôn nguôi
Nếu em không nói, liệu mắt anh có thấy một con bé xấu tính đến cực kì chả dám yêu nhưng lại cứ muốn giữ nắm trong tay mà vẫn sợ mất sợ rơi
Bao nhiêu nỗi sợ cứ ập đến bủa vây khiến em mệt mỏi rồi lại tìm anh bực dọc dẫu biết rằng như thế là không phải nhưng câu nói lại nhanh hơn khóe môi
Em không nghĩ rằng sẽ có ngày yêu anh chỉ muốn giữ anh trong tim như một tri kỉ để có thể lẽo đẽo nắm vạt áo anh trên con đừơng lá đổ nghe anh nói “anh đây” mỗi khi em réo gọi “anh ơi” ôm lấy vai anh khóc nấc mặc kệ khuôn mặt lấm lem vì em biết sẽ chẳng bị anh chê cười
vì với em tình yêu thật khó chiều và vì chúng mình có quá nhiều thứ cần phải học học cách lớn lên, học cách yêu nhau nên em sẽ cứ thương anh theo cách của một đứa trẻ vịêc của anh, là ở bên cạnh em nhéo tai em mỗi khi em hư hỏng và ôm em để em thấy yên bình chúng mình sẽ cùng nhau ngồi dưới hàng cây lá đổ anh sẽ làm đồ án, rồi chỉ em học văn sẽ không nói nhiều nhưng như như vậy là quá đủ cho một ngày tất tả ngựơc xuôi sẽ không còn í ới tin nhắn liên miên Chỉ cần em biết, anh nơi ấy đợi em là đủ
#ĐâylàTít Tít là con trai út của bác mình, theo tôn ti trật tự thì sẽ được làm anh nhưng vì trót là 9x đời cuối nên từ nhỏ đã bị áp bức xưng em và "dạ ạ vâng ạ chị Ti ơi". Tít rất có tầm nhìn chiến lược, đã không dưới một lần đàm phán em làm em chị thôi, nhưng sau này thì chồng chị phải gọi em là anh nhé. Tít chắc cũng sẽ rất thương vợ, vì khi mình rủ rỉ thôi làm em sướng mà, sau này con chị sẽ gọi em là cậu nghe vừa trẻ vừa cool, thì Tít giãy nảy lên cái gì cơ gọi em là cậu thì gọi vợ em là mợ à, quê cho vợ em lắm không được. Tít cực kỳ biết giữ lời hứa, ngày Tít lên 5 mình tâm sự là sau này chị lớn sẽ đi làm xây nhà, Tít chỉ cần mua xe ô tô mui trần mình sẽ đưa cả nhà đi chơi ồ kế, thế là Tít khắc cốt ghi tâm, đến bây giờ gần 20 tuổi thỉnh thoảng Tít sẽ tâm sự lại với mình - chị ơi tiền em để dành chắc sắp đủ mua cái bánh xe rồi, chúng mình cố lên. Tít rất thẳng thắn, mỗi lần Tết đến mình về Tít sẽ sang giúp mình dọn nhà và phân chia lao động rõ ràng - em đầu đội trời nên sẽ lau quạt trần, chị chân ngắn gần mặt đất thì lau sàn nhà đi nhé. Tít rất chịu khó, có năm cả nhà gói bánh chưng, Tít lên youtube xem clip học cách làm suốt một đêm, sáng hôm sau hì hụi gói rồi giơ lên khoe ầm ĩ chị Ti chị Ti nhìn bánh của em giống bánh cốm khôngggg. Tít cũng rất tự tin, có lần chụp ảnh kỷ yếu được mặc vest là vội vàng selfie nhắn tin trời ơi chị ơi sao em đẹp trai quá, chị mang áo dài bay ra đây chụp hình với em đi. Tít rất chiều chị, mỗi lần chị có nhu cầu uốn éo sống ảo là Tít cũng kiên nhẫn mặc quần đùi phơi nắng giữa sân chỉ đạo nghệ thuật, chị để cái tay lên trán ngoảnh cái mặt ra xa hất cái tóc sang phải đi thì mới câu like được. Tít người lớn nhưng cũng rất tình cảm, sinh nhật nào cũng chúc chị đúng một câu rồi nửa năm sau Tết về thấy lời chúc chưa thành hiện thực sẽ tự động xách xe ra bảo thôi lại chưa có ai đèo thì lên đây em đèo, tiện thể bonus luôn thêm cái lưng cho chụp ảnh đấy hãy check in là được trai đẹp đèo nhé hí hí. Hôm nay Tít đỗ đại học, chị vui quá nên post hình chị đẹp Tít (hơi) đẹp để tặng tân sinh viên. Status này cũng thay lời tạ tội vì tuần trước đã chúc mừng sinh nhật Tít muộn. Cũng thay lời tái khẳng định là nói thế chứ sau tất cả Tít vẫn là em chị thôi, xin hãy từ bỏ ý định bành trướng quyền lực gia đình vô ích. Sắp đến ngày xe đủ bánh rồi, chúng mình cố lênnn. #HãyNhưTít #LàmChịThậtThíchhh
5 months ago, the last time we were in touch, I told him either we'd look back and laugh someday or we end up never talking again.
Yesterday, we talked.
TWENTY SEV…. WHATTTT!?
I awoke 7 hours after midnight. For the first time in years, I slept through the 00:00 mark and missed the date change to my birthday. Twenty-seven felt not much different than the twenty-six I was the day before. My phone rang, there were text messages from mom and dad and suddenly I felt as if I was seven. And so, the first thing I did on my day was cry. Just like a kid, I had this overwhelming feeling, wanting to be surrounded by things that were mine: my parents, my house, my home.
I grew up knowing that the 25th of June is my day, and 1989 is my year. Somewhere along the way, I found out that 1989 was the year that the Berlin wall fell, June 25th also marked the beginning of the Korean War and the day that Michael Jackson died. It turns out that the world doesn’t always remember the date as fondly as I take it. Yet, come hell or high water, there has never been a June 25 where I don’t feel special, loved, and insanely blessed.
Yesterday didn’t start out like that though. Perhaps it was the exhaustion from a full day of travel the day before, as the celebratory messages came pouring in this year, I felt underserving of all the attention I received. I marvelled at the scary new number now associated with my age. What had I done in all the days between the last June 25 and this? Twenty-six was such a mixed bag. I lived and worked in Singapore, I came back to Saigon, I found a new apartment, I bought a new scooter, I got back to the old team at work in a new position, I chopped off most of my hair, I got lazier with replying to messages and keeping in touch and hated myself for it, I was able to look at my ex without holding a grudge, I kissed someone I regretted, I broke some promises, I made new amazing friends but also lost old ones, I ate a whole lot of ripe papaya and bok choy, I wrote and cooked more - then less. The gist of it all, I guess, is that I am still growing up and making mistakes in the process.
June 25, if anything, is the day I’m reminded that there are so much love and care around me, despite the messages I might not have replied or the deadlines I missed. That there are people, incredible people, who would go out of their ways to ensure June 25 is truly mine. The iMessage poem from dad, the new dress mom bought, the breakfast prepared by housemate, the Facebook flood of F4 profile pictures & cover photos, the water-painting portrait from the more talented twin, the birthday song at the end of the big event, the PG-13 bar talks, the notes and the wishes from so many corners of the world. People love you, and will make their love known.
I am writing this as I sit by the window looking onto a well-lit highway, reading through the wishes people have sent my way, mostly on the same thing - the thing you would expect from a 27-year-old Asian girl. Twenty seven is such a serious number, and I am a bit scared. Maybe I am now more mature and less prone to stupidities in my life, or maybe not. I don’t know where I will be or who I will be with on the next June 25. All I know is that I am thankful beyond words for everyone and everything. My June 25 was full of love, adventure, and colour; and I want everyday this year to hold elements of all three.
Ai mang theo gió đêm qua chút hương thơm cỏ dại Ai lay cho đám mân côi đong đưa ngoài hiên Ai thêm con nắng trong veo nhắc sen hồng nở muộn Ai mang hoa đến cho em .. em chờ
10 THINGS I LEARNED IN KOHRONG SAMLOEM
Last weekend was a long holiday, so I packed my back with a bit too many tops, put on sunscreen with extra SPF, locked my laptop away, and made my way with 8 friends to a remote Cambodian island surrounded by lush greenery, turquoise water, white sandy beaches, and best of all – almost no people.
People say the best way to know someone is to travel with them. They also say that you find yourself when you travel. So here is my trip summarized in 10 things I discovered along the way.
1. SOMETIMES THE WORST SITUATION CAN BE A BLESSING IN DISGUISE. We left for the trip at 5 pm on Friday. After a freezing sleeper bus, 2 oxygen-deficient border facilities and another 3-hour bus ride, our last mode of transportation was a 2-hour boat ride scheduled to leave at 3 pm. By 2:30 we were all wearing sun glasses and ready to board. By 2:40 they informed us that the slow boat was cancelled and we needed to wait until 5 pm but would be upgraded to a 45-minute speed boat. By 2:50 we accepted the fact that making a fuss wouldn’t get us anywhere and decided to have a picnic by the shore. By 3:00 sharp when we had just finished unpacking all the snacks and board games, they shouted at us that spots opened up on the 3 pm speed boat. In less than 30 seconds, we grabbed everything and sprinted barefoot to the pier. Completely out of breath and looking like a mess, but we ultimately made it to the island 75 minutes earlier than planned at no extra cost.
2. SOMETHING IS WORTH NOT SHOWERING FOR. After 24 hours sleeping on buses & boats, I was no longer the same person. My hair was oily, my skin felt tacky, I was secretly scheming in my head to be the first one to hog the bathroom once we arrived. Yet the moment we stepped foot on the coveted island, none of this seemed to matter. I’ve never been to paradise, but the semi-untouched Koh Rong Samloem must come pretty close. The island looks like an oval mirror with flawlessly white smooth sand as an edge, endlessly stretching beside pristine water that reflects the blue sky. I’d never laid eyes on a beach so breathtakingly beautiful. The entire coastline was quiet and almost empty. As I stood there watching the sea glow with a range of blue hues under the warmth of sunset and listening to the soft lapping of waves on shore, it no longer bothered me that my face was covered in 2 days of sunscreen and sweat. It also helped that I got to share the moment with 8 friends who were equally greasy (most likely) and equally in awe (most definitely).
3. IF YOU CAN’T PUT OUT THE FIRE, ENJOY THE WARMTH. 3 hours after checking in, we were barely half way to the restaurant when the staff pointed us to a red glow of fire on the other side of the jungle. The flame grew bigger in front of our eyes as wind blew large blasts of heat through the thick trees. They told us to return to our room and pack everything “just in case we need to run”. Handling crisis isn’t really my forte, but I refused to believe that we had come all this way to just run away. So after calmly following orders to zip our bags up, we returned to the table by the sea patiently waiting for food. I still don’t know which shocked the staff more: the growing flame or our dead-serious question “but dinner is still served, yes?”. There wasn’t much we knew to do, but if those were our last minutes, at least we spent them admiring a hauntingly beautiful red-glowing sky. The fire was eventually doused, and our stomach finally stopped growling.
4. THERE ARE STARS IN THE SKY, THERE ARE ALSO STARS IN THE WATER. Do you remember the glowing water scene in Life of Pi? On our 2nd day on the island, we leapt into the chill water at night and I saw it come to life with my own eyes. Imagine the blackness of the sea on a moonless night. Now imagine it glimmering with a million flecks and flashes of light - like fireflies dancing just beneath the surface of the water. This otherworldly phenomenon is created by fluorescent plankton which glow soft blue light as we wave our hands and legs in the water. I will never forget the first time I dipped my hand into the dark water and saw a flurry of light following my finger tips. That ethereal moment standing beneath a sky speckled with stars and swirling in the sparkling sea - calling it “magical” would still be an understatement. I later read that climate change has made some of these bio-luminescent bays go dark. This reminds me how fragile and potentially fleeting nature is, how little I have seen, and how incredibly lucky I was to be there when the enchanted waterway was still shining.
5. TRAVEL CRUSH NEEDS NO REASON, AND WILL PULL AT YOUR HEART STRINGS. We unwind for the following 2 days in rustic wooden bungalows at the far end & sunrise side of the beach. The resort was lovely, the staff was even lovelier - each one of them chill and accommodating. We didn’t see the owner on the first day, but when we did the following morning, my heart skipped. It literally took one nice smile of his. Adding in the Italian accent, the fact that he offered us free chocolate-flavored shots, the way he clasped his hands while wishing us goodnight, and I got butterflies in the stomach for the rest of trip. I really wanted to give him a hug before we left, but he wasn’t wearing shirt at the time (or ever). So I settled for letting him carry my bag onto the boat. It wasn’t until we returned to the mainland that I realized I didn’t even know his name. No Facebook stalking possible now, but that’s a beautiful thing in its own way because I can fully remember him - not for who he is - but how he is.
6. YOU REALLY HAVE TO BE IN SOMEONE’S SHOES TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THEM. The last time things didn’t work out between me and a guy, it was because he had to leave Saigon. “The city noise is too much and I miss nature” - he told me before returning to a foreign secluded island. I tried to understand but it was difficult. What did “missing nature” even mean - we had countless trees in Saigon! Then last weekend I found myself taking an overdue break from it all, stepping into another world where things like ATM, wifi connection, honking noises and mobile phone waves simply didn’t exist. Instead of frantically replying to emails, I spent hours floating around in the calm water, watching the colors transform the evening sky, and enjoying the serenity of doing nothing. In that blissfully idyllic moment, a light bulb went off in my heart - this was how it felt. I was already missing nature, even when I was right in the middle of it.
7. IT TAKES VERY LITTLE TO MAKE ME HAPPY, LIKE A BEACHY WIND. Back in the city, I did everything in my power to hide from the dusty wind. I would never step out of the house unless my entire face and hair were completely covered. Out in the island, the ocean breezes instead blew this fresh salt-laden air landward and it would be a shame to not let it caress my face and gently ruffle my hair. There was the soft breeze that made my dress move as if it was alive, then there was also strong gust of wind that gave me the real tousled beach hair look. They say whatever you physically feel in nature, you are emotionally feeling in life. With wind on my face, salt in my hair and sand on my toes, I feel as if I’m a part of everything.
8. FINDING A COMMON LANGUAGE MIGHT BE A DISASTER IN DISGUISE. Before we left for the trip, our boss told us to be careful. I didn’t think much of it until the last night which we spent in Sihanoukville town. While the rest went to a local bar, 3 of us wanted to head back early. The usual crowd of tuk-tuk drivers aggressively greeted us as soon as we stepped out and we decided to go with a driver who spoke amazingly decent Vietnamese. When we left downtown and functioning streetlights behind, however, we started to feel slightly apprehensive as the vehicle drove into a pitch-black deserted dirt road running parallel to the beach. It was so dark that I couldn’t see my friends, but I knew they realized too in that moment that we were 3 girls - quite scantily clad that night - alone with a strange foreign man. Because the driver knew Vietnamese, we couldn’t say anything but holding our breath and silently picturing worst case scenarios. When we finally arrived at our boutique hotel and the tuk-tuk guy politely opened the door for us, I felt sightly bad for having the suspicion. But hadn't luck been on our side that night, we could have easily been dumped in the wilderness somewhere. Note to self: remember that I am a girl and that sometimes put me at greater risk of harm, no more dimly lit road at night, and always be in a big group.
9. POUR YOUR HEART OUT AS IF YOU ARE PLAYING TRUTH OR DARE UNDER THE STARS. There wasn’t a lot to do on the island. We ate, read, drunk, played board games, slept in hammocks, lounged on the beach, swam in the crystal clear water, and bonded over multiple versions of Truth or Dare. Our group knew each other from work, so most of the conversations we had prior to the trip revolved around numbers and deadlines. On our last night, when the alcohol kicked in and the electricity was turned off, we got up close and personal taking turn to share impressions of each other. Among the many things said, some made my heart flutter, some made it sink. Some left me speechless in the best way possible, some left confusion. Some made me understand my friends better, some made me feel like I hadn’t really known them all this time. Was it cheesy? Yes. Was it difficult to say? Oh yes. But wouldn’t life be so much better if we learnt to say I-Feel-Lucky-To-Be-Your-Friend, I-Love-You, I-Thank-You, even I’m-Mad-At-You more? Hell yes.
10. YOUR BEST FRIEND WILL SEE YOU THROUGH ALL THE MAKE-UP. When on the island, do as the islanders do: going barefaced. As much as I love smoky eyes, I wasn’t going to reapply it after each of the 5+ showers a day. My friends find my sleepy eyes look very amusing. But my best friend wasn’t at all surprised because this had been the usual sight whenever I slept over. The first thing she did, as always, was laser-eyeing my speckled skin and insisting on popping my pimples. If this is not love, I don’t know what is. Whether or not I wear the physical or emotional make-up, she never fails to see right through the facade and finish my thoughts well before I even say it. I realize after this trip that though it’s scary to lose people, it’s scarier to lose oneself. So, to my best friend, I love you, thank you for making sure I always find myself, and I feel lucky for our awesome twinness. Google is telling me that twinness isn’t a word, but trust me - it is definitely our thing.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
back to Sunday cooking
Shine by Benjamin Francis Leftwich
"I could wait with you by the water. I could wait with you for the winter to come. I could stand with you with your snow boots on.
I hope you find what you’re looking for so your heart is warm forever more."
The Least Stressful Trip
Of all the points I’ve turned in my years of existence, relocating to Singapore was probably the least stressful trip.
Before I left Vietnam half a year ago, I was at a standstill. The horrible breakup from 3 months before took a heavy emotional toll on me, to the point that I decided to shield myself from all sorts of emotions to avoid the worst case scenarios. I held back from feeling happy, because I just learnt it the hard way that happiness might just as well be make-believe. I distanced myself from the crowd and clung to the crazy work hours for distraction and numbers and logic and the rational part of life. I bottled up my anger as deep as I could, because for the first time in my life I understood what it meant to be disgusted by another being – and I was afraid of what it might unleash out of me. I have never been a believer in blissful ignorance, so I don’t regret having found out all the bitter facts. But discovering my own capability of that much hatred towards another person – was the most upsetting thing I’ve learnt about myself.
Around the same time, I started to feel claustrophobic at work. Almost 3 years into the job, the novelty had worn off and I was getting a bit too comfortable, at the same time questioning my commitment. The repetition of ad-hoc issues, the boss’s early maternity leave, the delayed paperwork, possibly my deliberate lack of emotional immersion, the office politics, the operational bottleneck … kept me insanely busy and frustrated. But, because I was determined to tune out all the noises – whether positive or negative, that frustration turned into nonchalance. I kept my head down, worked until I was too exhausted to continue, and repeat the cycle the next morning.
There was no doubt in my head that a lot of good things were happening around me or to me. My friends were unfailingly there, be it an ear to hear me weep at the wee hour of the night, or a couch to sleep on. It was the start of a new year and our marketing campaigns were taking their exciting shapes. But do you know that movie scene when the protagonist is in focus while everything else around is hyperlapsing in super speed?
That’s exactly how it was for me. I just stood still. Neither moving back nor forward, neither hiding nor taking risks, neither crumbling down nor hysteria. Good or bad, I just didn’t let anything get to me.
Of course, all of that were possible because I knew a big move was coming. I had an impending out, a perfectly timed escape. I had allowed myself to get into that rut precisely because I would soon be forced out of it. I was moving to Singapore.
And so, the trip to Singapore was the most stress-free. One, I wasn’t feeling anything. Two, everything from the car pickup to the service apartment were being handled by someone else. Three, I already knew half of the people in the new office at least by names and worked with a third of the team previously. Four, I was very sure that fully using English in all written and verbal communication at work would give me a manipulative edge. Five, from what I’ve heard Singapore was the more cosmopolitan but less exciting version of Saigon, and I was being offered all top services during my entire stay so I really didn’t have any worry in the world. Probably aside from navigating a new bus/MRT system, but that’s why Google Map existed.
When I stepped foot on Changi Airport that afternoon in March, I carried with me 50kg worth of mostly clothing I wouldn’t even be wearing, too many shoes, unnecessary books, mandatory seasonings and snacks, and not a lot of expectation. But as the car pulled out of the parking lot and emerged onto the highway, passing by those dots of pink flowers on the side, I remembered doing something I hadn’t done for a while.
I hoped.
I hoped for a clearer head and a better heart.
I hoped the next 6 months would be good for me.
Everyone is worried about their choices. Those in cities worry if they’ll ever get out to the country, and those in the woods think they might be missing the opportunities of city life. Young professionals are terrified they’ve forever bid farewell to fun and freedom, and those with throw-away jobs are down about not making as much money as they could be and not appearing accomplished enough. Some who are dedicated to school want more room in their lives for other things, those with roomy lives desire that space to be filled. Single people want relationships, settled people wonder if they’re missing out on something, traveling types miss stability, stable ones are restless, old friends want new friends, new friends miss old friends, and basically almost everyone my age has some dangling worry trailing around after them everywhere that they’re somehow not doing everything, that what they’re doing is not altogether the right thing, that they are missing out. … Do not be ashamed. The doubt is natural, and everyone you know – yes, even that person – carries it sometimes too. Allow yourself to be peaceful. Allow yourself satisfaction in what you have. If you really don’t like it, allow yourself permission to make changes.
Lillian Schneider (via modernhepburn)
Semi-farewell with the girls and all that entail: salty hair, breezy air, lazy wave and the inevitable PG-13 talks ☀️👙🌴🏊🏻
Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit Bag by Minnutes
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile Just think of all the happy times we'll have and smile, that's the style What's the use of worrying, it never was worthwhile So pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile
Dilemma
Why is it that every time I swear on dieting and clean eating, life always throws something my way. This time, it throws me free flow of milk tea at the office cafe, and a colleague who likes to bake and share.
My willpower doesn’t even stand a chance.
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