Scrapbook #2

The commercial breaks were spaced apart with just the right amount of time that I could set the stove by their beginning and produce the most perfectly baked cookies which sat on the couch between us, cold milk glass balancing on the cushion. We had a knack for predicting who would sing their way into the next round, hardly ever wrong.

But that was best in the old apartment, never since.

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