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I hope this letter finds you well. You are the butter to my bread, the cheese to my macaroni, and the syrup to my pancakes. I adore you just the way you are, curves and all.
Speaking of curves, I have to confess that I'm a bit envious of yours. You always manage to fill out a room in the most delightful way. Whenever we go out to eat, I can't help but admire the way you savor each and every bite. I know I can always count on you to finish your meal, and mine too if I can't quite manage it.
You are a true inspiration to me, and not just in the kitchen. I love how you always take up space with confidence, never shrinking yourself down to fit someone else's expectations. You are a force to be reckoned with, and I'm honored to be by your side.
So my love, let's continue to butter each other up, and never let anyone dim our shine. I can't wait to keep devouring life with you by my side.
Yours always,
Bapbap