by Jake Christie

a tiny story.

The girl on the hot chocolate box is having a torrid love affair with the guy on the paper towel roll. I've never seen them in the act, of course, but when I open the cupboard in the morning I'm almost sure they're closer together than they were the night before. Sometimes I close the door and quickly open it again, just to examine their small faces, but they always look the same: him, stoic, looking off into the distance; and her, innocent, holding a steaming mug.

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