my mother loved waffles.

my mother loved my dog.

my mother is gone.

and so are the waffles.

the dog is still here.

.

(and i can make more waffles, and i can still miss my mother.

and i could train the dog not to steal when i leave the room….

but i probably won’t….

whose to say they were my waffles anyway?

it’s ok.)

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