Recipe

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I walk home slowly, loving the feeling of the wind in my hair, savoring the cool night sky.

The night is quiet and solemn, but not sad.

What a perfect night it is, for such an activity, I grin as I hear a group of teenagers.

The group is savoring their food, smacking and chewing loudly on chicken wings.

"How very tasty" I smack my lips, thinking of picking the meat off the bones slowly. But

alas, I don't have time to stop at the vendor no matter the grumbling of my belly.

My 'guest' at the house must be waiting for dinner, I feel sorry for keeping him waiting.

So, I head home, thinking of the recipe I'm planning to make. Should I make pudding?

I just can't think of a good recipe! pudding gives me a stomach ache, a pie would work.

I quickly walk to the store to get things for the desert. I hope he likes it! He must like pie.

My stomach grumbles just thinking about it, I grab some cutlery in a hurry, starving for

the delicious pie home promises. I grab some cherries too, my favorite are the color of blood, ripe and fresh. As I open the door to my home I can hear him, I smile as I walk in.

He smiles as I waltzed into the kitchen and hugs me close, enclosing me in his aura.

I burrow into his chest and fill my nose with the delicious scent emitting from his body.

He pulls away and plants a kiss on my forehead and I blush and look down bashfully.

With a groan, he collapses onto the couch as I stand over him grinning madly, so very

happy. I walk away from his with a shake of my head, the smile never leaving my face.

Hungry, I'm hungry. My mind's focal point right now is food, he must feel the same.

I smile and get out the things I need to make the delicious cherry pie I know he'll love.

The red mush looks unappetizing when first poured but tastes amazing baked into a pie.

He compliments me with a soft kiss to my lips and a dollop of cream on my nose,

He tries to run away but I sprint after him, smearing the glittering red goop all over, my pristine clothes included. I can hear his laughter as he hides from me, he's such a child.

Jars of little moments glimmer, covered in goop and grossness now, I huff and attempt to find the man-child I call husband. He's still hiding but his giggling gives him away. I look for his white skin, shining under the moonlight but can't so I look for a glimmering trail of red.

He finally appears outta nowhere and smiles at me, leaning down for a swift kiss, I sigh, dragging him up the stairs to finish the pie is a tiresome process but finally, he does, slowly.

I smile at his antics and we eat our pie in silence, enjoying each other's familiar company.

I finish the pie and sigh, my stomach full. Now I've gotta handle the annoying leftovers. Ugh,

I'm not sure what to do, cherry pie isn't very good frozen or refrigerated, so it's difficult.

I decide to throw it in the disposal, the harder bits make a strange crunch and squelch noise.

I must've burnt some of it. I can't make the most perfect pie but he still seemed to like it. Still, it was a nice pie, it had all the flavor and texture and was much cleaner than last time!