My house smells like freshly baked croissants.
Because there are croissants baking.
This is wonderful.
I wrote a thousand words about an otter with wings, and now I’m eating a freshly baked croissant, with a cat on my lap, while watching Stargate.
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My house smells like freshly baked croissants.
Because there are croissants baking.
This is wonderful.
I wrote a thousand words about an otter with wings, and now I’m eating a freshly baked croissant, with a cat on my lap, while watching Stargate.