Rice Pudding // The Shortest of Shorts

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"A little cup of rice pudding can cure all my woes," she said, a mug snuggled to her nose, warming her tear stained face.
"All your woes," he asked, smirking, a bit too skeptical for her taste.
"Yes, all of them."  She was the kind of girl who would rather curl up on the couch in her father's thick woolen socks than go to the movies.  He was the kind of boy who would skeptically question the healing properties of food, but would sit on the couch with her, occasionally tickling her sides to cheer her up.
That day wasn't so very much of anything.  There was a little bit of sunshine, but a couple clouds.  There were tear-stained cheeks, but there were smiles.
But a home that smells like vanilla and milk and pudding rice is a home with a future.  Methodically stirring the pan she imagined all the things that she had hoped for but would no longer have, but it's true that a little cup of rice pudding can cure all woes.

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