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2024-10-29 19:42:56"And then he explained to me how to hold the knife,” I explained, "Although it is still difficult for me to chop as fast as you."
“How nice, little one...”
I looked at him smiling as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair.
I had missed him so much these days he was gone.
“Today we learned the different cuts of vegetables and greens, do you know the chiffonade? It is to finely cut strips of leaves such as mint, basil or lettuce... The French and their words, but it's great, isn't it?”
“So great,” he murmured soaping himself up.
“Louis does that knife trick too before cutting something.”
“Trick?”
He looked at me confused for a moment before diving back under the water.
"Yeah, you know, spinning the knife in the air like a drummer."
"I haven't noticed me doing that, princess, but now I'll be more attentive."
He opened the shower door and came out completely naked to get his towel.
Naked and w
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