Cooking to some soulful sixties music with Dena. Her songs. Not mine. Quietly watching her taking charge in my kitchen. She let me peeled some shrimps and cut some shallots and garlic. After only almost a year away from home she definitely have more experience in cooking than me. I'm going to miss this. She is going back to Vancouver in a few days. Tears in my eyes. I swear it was from cutting all those shallots.
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