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Waffles, all I can think about are waffles,
toasted and lightly buttered with agave
syrup. I think about the crunchy first
bite and the soft sweet goodness that
will follow right after. Waffles, how I
love you. Will you marry me? We’ll be so
happy together and have some beautiful
waffle babies and live in a house stocked
with as much syrup as we’ll ever need.
We’ll be so happy together, Waffles, even
though our relationship is predicated
upon me eating you, over and over again.
But it will be so wonderful. Just say yes,
Waffles. Say yes and we’ll be happy for
the rest of our lives.