(en.es) 𝙏𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙩 - ZapFic240

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❖ 𝕋𝕠𝕒𝕀π•₯ ❖

He burned the toast again, and her answer was love. A kiss on the cheek calmed him. Still edible, he said. Still made with love, she replied. Outside, thunder cracked. Inside, hope and tenderness spread on burnt toast.

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❖ 𝕃𝕒 𝕋𝕠𝕀π•₯𝕒𝕕𝕒 ❖

QuemΓ³ la tostada otra vez, y su respuesta fue amor. Un beso en la mejilla lo calmΓ³. TodavΓ­a se puede comer, dijo Γ©l. TodavΓ­a hecha con amor, respondiΓ³ ella. Afuera crujΓ­a el trueno. Adentro se untaba esperanza y ternura en pan quemado.

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I liked your poem. I have a son who lives outside of Venezuela. He would put the pan on the stove to fry the plantains, and they would burn. He would say, "Mom, put the meat on the grill, the charcoal is ready!" Have a nice day.

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