Daniel

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"You got any Cheerios in there?" I ask.
"Of course we do!" Natalie responds laughing. She knows I love Cheerios.
"These taste like cardboard, how are you eating this?" She asks me.
"They're Cheerios!" I reply. I asked her if she wanted to go to the mall or something but she said she couldn't. I was disappointed.
     Her kitchen is bigger than her room. Although I've never been in her room. She won't let me for some reason. The kitchen has white tile floor, the walls are covered with wallpaper that is made of straw/hay. There's the sink, two small counters and one medium size counter, between the two small counters there is a stove next to one of the small counters is a fridge. There's cupboards over the three counters and stove. The kitchen always smells like vanilla, it's so welcoming. Before I interrupted anything, I left Natalie's house and walked home.

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