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Okay, so she may have taken some cooking lessons and still just about burned the house down a third time.

“Then show me what makes you happiest. Maybe I’d like to participate.”

When Ross kissed her, it was like the first time. Every time was just as good, just as special, just as magical. Maybe that was sappy and clichéd, but then again, they’d known each other since they were infants. He’d been in her life for as long as she could remember, and she’d been there in his just about as long. Maybe the whole thing was sappy and clichéd, the kind of story people gagged over. Maybe their happiness was sickening, the kind people hated on each other about, but that was okay. It was okay with her. It was okay with him. Because it was their story and they’d done their best over the years, through the tough moments and the arguments and the fights and the inevitable hurt feelings and crushed toes, to make each other laugh.

She couldn’t wait to promise to do more of it. She couldn’t wait to live it.

The End

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