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FTP on a Tuesday


The heat from the oven was making her pour sweat she only hoped that it did not drip into the food. The apron was covered in flour from her baking efforts and frosting was decorating the counter like an abstract painting. She knew it wouldn’t be right, maybe she should just order in dinner.

The word is dinner the word limit was 125 words, this post is a mere 54 words. 
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