...while we were preparing a meal for a friend.
I needed the flour from the top shelf.
He's tall.
He reached up,
And,
well, the rest is history~
I guess the bag was opened!
"Wait, don't move, I said.
I need a picture of this one, Daniel.
You know, so I have
this memory of being in the
kitchen with you~"
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