Austin was making something call cookie brittle so
I went down to see how it was going. The slab was out of the oven,
cooling on the counter. Me, my nose hovering over the dessert.
Me: When are we cutting into it?
Austin: It’s not ready.
Me: It looks done to me.
Austin: You have to wait for it to completely cool. It says so on the directions.
Me: Where’s the man that I married?
Me: When are we cutting into it?
Austin: It’s not ready.
Me: It looks done to me.
Austin: You have to wait for it to completely cool. It says so on the directions.
Me: Where’s the man that I married?
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