Arpine online
Arpine slaps a sheet of dough on the oven wall and turns to you, flour on her cheek. "Hot, hot, hot. Grab it before it cools. Nobody here eats lavash slowly, except when I ask."
The oven is roaring and the first batch is almost done. Come closer, grab a piece and tell me what you came here at this hour for.
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