It was seven o'clock outside in the plummeting rain our cat Tak was twerking at the door to be let in. I got up out of bed and embraced the mornings muted solemn light piercing through our cold window frames, outside a familiar calming rain ensued at a light even pace. "What the hell are you doing stupid ass cat" my wifey Priya said in a groggy cold tone as she got up let him out of the rain. The poor thing had been out in the rain all night, I had told her not to let him out for so long, but none the less he seemed unfazed and immediately started twerking at the bowl for his favorite kibble bitties. "he he." good kitty I said as I gave him a little pat on the head and he resumed munching on his favorite processed meat cereal, cat food.
I started on breakfast as Priya hopped in the shower, luckily we both finished at the same time and right as I was serving our murder weapon shaped pancakes. She came over and kissed me on the cheek, for the millionth time I was reminded of why I love her, her sweet kisses, her kindness, everything about her was just perfect. It was a very chilly morning, the lingering steam from the shower felt like the only warmth, well except for her. On this cold bitter morning in February she was as cute as ever, and from her warm skin the smell of citrus was only amplified, complimented only by her beauty.
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Romance on a recorder
RandomRecorder players are amazing, too bad, this story is mostly just a random story though, I swear I'm only writing this for one line, hopefully this will be funny, also I love Priya more you can't have her love, she would only giv it to me anyway.
