Nonsense

I sat with her just like we do every day, and like every day we roasted our hopes on hot coals then we eat it for dinner to pass the night.

The last week she had a hope of salvation, sadly we started roasting that night too late, it was not totally cooked when we ate it. I thought it would have been excellent with white wine.

Today, I offered my hope for a better future, it was too small to feed us both, so I prepared a large bowel of salad to go with it.

she told me that she was afread of running out of hope, I hope this never happens.

We deliberated whether we can use other people's hopes, but we decided working as a prostitute or as a politician was not becoming.

Tomorrow she would cook a surprise hope, but I think I know what it is.

Tomorrow would be hope her for us to stay together.