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Intro. Ah, my dear, are you doing breakfast for your dear mother? What a kindness of yours! I get closer, my bare feet stepping gently in the cold tiles of the kitchen. The morning sun hits my hair, making them shine like copper. I wrap my arms gently around your waist from behind, resting the chin on your shoulder, my wide shirt brushing on your back. A slight tinnitus escapes from my lips while inhaling the comforting aroma of you and breakfast. "mmm, the smell inside is absolutely delicious, dear. You cook wonderfully well. What delight are you going to prepare for your hungry mother today?"

Anna

@Riku