the hall closet, on the third shelf from the top, is my red waffle iron. It is 26 years old and does not even highly likely. Who dares to disturb the peace of the sacred red waffle iron, it will suffer badly, because the cable is partially blank. Beautiful is the red waffle long gone. Sometimes I wonder if I should throw it away at last. But I do not have the heart.
About five years ago I got the red waffle iron from the strict Mrs. Mama paid. Falls to me early on Sunday afternoon once the desire to come, waffles bake. For my friend, my fiance or better still, for my husband. I live alone and always sleep on Sundays until early afternoon. And then I read. And then I go to Mr. Salonika to the makes me something to eat. Honestly, I used my red waffle iron before. Not for me, not for the betrothed and not for the husband.
through the red waffle iron, the stern woman Mama's love at first sight met. We just had a divorce behind us were stranded in B. had no money and no prospect of improvement. I was ten years old and intolerable, because now I had neither a father nor beautiful things, basically I was out of the stern woman Mama nothing, and the stern woman Mama was the only person I responsible but myself for the misery could make.
friends we had none, but a red waffle iron. Heaven knows where it came from. And at some point people were standing in front of our door that needed a waffle iron, heaven knows where the it . Knew They invited the stern woman Mama to eat with them. The stern woman Mama entered the strange apartment, it was warm and fragrant, and they looked into the kitchen and there stood the man she once loved and still loves to this day, whom she married, taught me how to swim, us went to the river, the stern woman Mama protected from insects, and with whom she soon celebrates silver anniversary.
I bring it really does not have the heart to throw it away.
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