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he does. hope he likes garlic bread.
whatever he’s making, tony hopes he plans to share.
he had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. the world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.
“ yeah, tiny. that's what i'm doing. ” patting the dough, gesturing for her to come over. “ c'mon, you can help. ”
titles her head in confusion. “you can make bread from scratch?” blink blink.
looking up from the counter, dusting flour from his hands. “ hey, kid. you ever make bread? ”
watching curiously from the doorway.