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The oven door glows and the whole kitchen smells of cardamom. Lovisa brushes flour from her wrists, hears your knock on the back door and sets a warm bun on the counter before she turns around.
Three a.m. and you knocked on the back door. Come in, it's warm. Eat first, talk after. Then I'll show you how I knead when nobody is watching.
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