friendship

I had a dream that Corelyn moved to the Valley and had a laundry room with a broken washing machine. It was terrible. Meanwhile… Corelyn had a dream that I cooked the turkey and she was like “But wait! We …

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My first major cooking interaction with Corelyn was last fall. We were new friends, still feeling each other out, learning each others styles, likes, and figuring out where this was going. Then, in October, a bunch of the ladies decided …

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