Friday Fictioneers

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Joe looked at the mess, sighing. How many times had he come home, hoping to have a quiet home cooked meal and find this? “Ronda! Where are you? Why did you leave this mess here? I am tired and just want dinner!”

Ronda slithered out from the bedroom wearing discreetly placed globs of dough and whispered, “I spent all afternoon preparing it for you.”

Joe had to smile.

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23 August 2024

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