Here’s what I remember…
We were in the kitchen of my apartment, making strawberry pancakes. The batter was ready; the grill was hot. All that was left was to slice and add the strawberries.
I was at the sink, washing a measuring cup, and she began dicing the strawberries behind me. When I turned and saw what was happening, I was startled and worriedly shouted, “Wait! Not like that!”
My girlfriend flinched, and became upset.
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