“Morning, you big loaf,” Samira would say, wiping flour on her apron. She was all sharp edges and loud laughs, with arms strong from kneading dough.
And he loved them. Every single one. Unfairly, completely, and without reason. Because that, Dino knew, was the only way to love. dino x everyone
On the fourth day, they found Dino in the town square, standing in a circle he had drawn in the dirt with his massive foot. In the center of the circle, he had placed three things: a cinnamon roll, a library book, and a dandelion crown. “Morning, you big loaf,” Samira would say, wiping