phew! I'm melting

I bite my lip, nervously. He handles peaches gently, not wanting to bruise them, but he uses a wooden spoon for pomegranates. He’s the chef, though, so I’ll take whatever is being served up.
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Marsha Adams
✍ Posy Churchgate
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Sep 4, 2023
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