Every relationship consists of one partner prone to bouts of whimsy and all things colorful, while the other enjoys...

There is literally no reason for this behavior. There is no plumbing issue and it's a private bathroom.

Anita Delia stood at the door looking out through the rectangular shaped window. Beads of rain ricocheted like tiny ping pong balls falling flat. It had been almost two months since she had taken to her house. Her reclusive ways encompass her similar to a babe in swaddling clothes. The rain that had begun so gently, now took a turn. The wind rattled the door, shaking Anita from her thoughts. A flash of lightning and she was back where it all began.

“Aguacate, agaucate!”, my cousin sings at the top of his lungs to his summertime crush.

Pan Dulce! Join them as mischief turns to mishap and one of the friends turns up missing! Who will it be and how will they find their friend?

Part 1 Shoop, shoop, shoop went the sound from the old turntable. The scratchy sound resonated throughout the room breaking the silence in a painful sort of way.  Each revolution seemed louder than the one before it, and more nerve wracking than the last.   “Irritating,” he muttered as he strode across the room, his long gait propelled him forward at a high rate of speed. The muttering continued as he removed the needle from the vinyl and held it upwards toward the light for

Bacon is one of those finicky things. Should you cook it at a high or low temp? It's a quandary.

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How did these chocolate-covered cinnamon bears come to be?

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