Oh fair kitchen, how I have missed thee. How the light shineth on your shiny surfaces.

Thy crappy concrete floor matters not, as long as thine oven warms mine heart and baking.

Thy tiny prep space challenges me to thinketh outside the four-square packing medium, and I endureth it with pleasure to stand by thy shining sink and running tap.

Thy tiny fridge gloweth in the even when I doth reach for midnight snacks, and thy dishwasher beacon leadeth me hence to the washroom on darkened nights.

Oh how I love thee.. provider of comfort and ease. I never desireth to be parted from your convenient concoctions henceforth.. and forever.

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