Something was always on the stove or in the oven. It was always hot. The smells where amazing, except when she found the dried cod my father loved. I miss the smells and noises from those carefree days.
Something was always on the stove or in the oven. It was always hot. The smells where amazing, except when she found the dried cod my father loved. I miss the smells and noises from those carefree days.
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