She looks at me as if I'm a piece of treaded on poo on the ground, oh how I wish she could be permantly removed. I love the scent of baking on a hot summers day, the taste of sweet sugar on your tongue as it slides down your throat, oh how I savour it.
Yeah I'm weird, that just came to me.
Here's some dang awesome pictures I found;


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Dear Beth..