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β so, i uhβ β hands shamefully slip into the pockets of his sweatpants as he approaches the bedroom. β i made breakfast, β and somehow managed to notΒ succeed in whisking eggs into an omelette.Β β how hungry are you ? the coffeeΒ is good and iβve cut up some fruits. β it was a back up plan he hadnβt intended on using. he places a peck by her temple before sinking into the foot of the bed.Β β whatβs winter like in hungary ? β the follow up was not for the faint of heart.Β β i was thinking we can drive up to the ice hotel tomorrow. i miss the cold and thereβll be proper chefs. what do you think ? β ( @tvklaβ )













