PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr |
I can read you like a
book.
That's what he said each time I
wanted to do something. He'd order my food at
restaurants because he knew what I wanted.
He'd buy jewellery and clothes for
me because he knew my tastes.
He said he wanted to improve me and if I truly loved him I’d
follow his advice.
So when we remodelled the kitchen he picked out the décor he
knew I would like.
I am glad he chose that expensive meat cleaver with the
high-carbon stainless steel blade.
Worked like a treat.
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