summer by the sea



“Well, that’s a start. Maybe there’s a jar of sauce in there somewhere too? A pot might be useful.”

“Um. Corn? I see…I think that’s soup…that’s no good…um…” He fumbled and reached to rummage through the contents of the cupboard, before dragging out a jar and peering at it suspiciously. “Tomato?”

She lost it again. “Put that down, oh my god.” Getting up out of the chair, she took the pasta and jar from him and put them firmly down on the counter. “We’re going out. To the store, at least.”

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