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? โ€œRonda! Where are you? Why did you leave this mess here? I am tired and just want dinner!โ€

Ronda slithered out from the bedroom wearing discreetly placed globs of dough and whispered, โ€œI spent all afternoon preparing it for you.โ€

Joe had to smile.

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23 August 2024

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