Dear soup, I love you. Every time I thrust my toast into your steaming hot moist bowl, or scatter my croutons on your warming broth I love you more. Your Minestrone noodle hair, eyes like Carrots and a complexion like Coriander, oh how I long to please you with my soup spoon. To run my hands down the sides of your carton is bliss.. Let’s move to Covent Garden and live happily ever after. Stevie xxx
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