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Perfect by Molly Perkins
In the kitchen , the two of us Wait for cookies to bake , Talking and laughing at nothing And everything , a light over your head , Fan spinning . You look at me And at the paper towel roll , Then chuck it , blades Sending long white sheets Flying around the room like a tornado . Amazed by the swaying back and forth , We stand there staring blankly . Then someone walks in — a voice Spoken but not heard . The timer dings . Perfect .