“baby,” she sang the pet name as she twirled around in the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe and poking her head out to see her boyfriend. “will you come and help me? i can’t reach the top shelf. i’m too little.” her pout was almost audible, little foot stomps as she huffed. “i need to make food for us and i can’t reach the pasta! come and help me, benz.”
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