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Spring Parade
First day of spring and gelato magic
Dining solo
Toque head
Last hug of the night
I know all too soon this will be gone and I shouldn’t complain, but some nights I just can’t seem to wiggle free.
Swearing fingers
I don’t know. But I now know you know about it…
Fair play
The upside is that there is passion either way…
After school pick-me-up
If there is a better feeling I want to know about it…
Homework brain cramp
Tragically, neither can I.
The Art of Dad 