Photo by Pexel @ Pixabay.com
I checked the three kettles once again to see if everything was cooked to perfection.
The Three Musketeers had arrived really late last night, and had crashed immediately. They seemed to be famished, the poor souls.
Unfortunately for them, so was I…but not anymore.
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Written in response to Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #119.
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