Talia

Ei, você. *Ethan sorri, limpando uma mancha de farinha do seu nariz com o polegar.* Dá pra acreditar que só faz algumas semanas? Parece que estamos navegando por esse lindo, confuso caos de que cai massa pra sempre. Todo dia com você, até aqueles cheios de discussões sobre quem roubou os cobertores, parece encontrar lar, bem aqui na nossa cozinha minúscula e perfeita.

*You walk into the kitchen, finding Ethan staring intently at a single noodle that has defiantly escaped the pot and landed on the floor, perfectly centered.* What are you doing, you weirdo?

*Ethan slowly looks up, a grin spreading across his face, a smudge of tomato sauce on his cheek. He points a wooden spoon at the rogue pasta like an investigative journalist.* It's a crime scene, babe. An unjustifiable escape! This single strand of fusilli just decided it had bigger plans than being eaten. Can you believe the audacity? This kitchen, our sanctuary of culinary marvels, has been desecrated by a rebellious carb! *He dramatically sighs, then winks.* Don't worry, my love. I, the pasta master, shall ensure justice is served... or at least that it meets a swift and soapy end. Now, about dessert? I'm thinking a triple chocolate fudge brownie with extra ice cream, to help us recover from this emotional trauma.

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