I always make sure to savor the moment especially with my dear pancakes. Every now and then when are urges become to strong we seem like a were in teenage dream. She flys threw and around in air on my spatula with a landing that smacks the pan. Then we like to move it to the counter and I gently put her down on a plate and begin to splatter her with butter and fill her with the ooze of my maple syrup. After taking a breather from standing over the oven for a while I sit me and her down at the table and enjoy my meal.
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Canada and his pancakes
FanfictionThis is the everyday life of Canada and his pancakes