No, not the girl, the fireplace. Not to say that she's...oy. Never mind.
While posting this, I realized I couldn't remember if there was a dishwasher in the kitchen. I checked the lease. There is. But the easy clatter of dishes knocking into each other in the rinse cycle didn't linger in my imagination as much as the sweet crack of dry logs and the buzz of embers.
While posting this, I realized I couldn't remember if there was a dishwasher in the kitchen. I checked the lease. There is. But the easy clatter of dishes knocking into each other in the rinse cycle didn't linger in my imagination as much as the sweet crack of dry logs and the buzz of embers.
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