One more time you or your mommy say I’m wasting my time, I’ll burn all your fishing gear that you blow half your salary on! Do you hear me, Lyosha?! I’m the one feeding us with my ‘hobby’ while you sit on your backside in the office!
— Again the whole apartment smells of vanilla; there’s no air to breathe,”—Raisa Pavlovna’s voice, sharp and dry like last year’s leaf, broke into the kitchen before she herself did, shattering the focused working atmosphere. Anya didn’t flinch. She only gripped the offset spatula a little tighter, continuing with surgical precision to smooth the […]
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