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And Eli is here. Eli’s adorably, haphazardly wearing one of my aprons, folded so it’s just around his waist, and he’s cleaning up what looks like the remnants of a dough. A rack with scones is sitting to the side, cooling. He barely has time for his crooked smile to form before I’m barreling into him, flinging myself fully around him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist, and he quickly grabs hold tight, not giving any signs of letting go. I kiss him like he’s a mirage in a desert. He tastes like coffee and scones and smells like my shampoo.
Unlikely Story
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