every Sunday my family gathers for branchet and Lisa a tradition as old as her questionable cerilla recipes this particular Sunday her pancakes were the talk of the table I can taste colors at Lisa announced her eyes wide with excitement we all paused mid bite intrigued these pancakes taste like a sunset she declared as we exchanged puzzled glances my brother nudged me Whispering I think she finally lost it Aunt Lisa continued describing her synesthetic brunch claiming the syrup tasted like a jazz concert in the baconlike the color blue we all chuckled attributing it to her quirky nature but as Aunt Lisa squinted at the maple syrup bottle she sheepishly admitted oh dear I just realized I can't read the label turns out at Lisa didn't have a sixth sense she just needed new glasses we laughed until our SS hurt and I quipped well Lisa I guess
every Sunday my family gathers for branchet and Lisa a tradition as old as her questionable cerilla recipes this particular Sunday her pancakes were the talk of the table I can taste colors at Lisa announced her eyes wide with excitement we all paused mid bite intrigued these pancakes taste like a sunset she declared as we exchanged puzzled glances my brother nudged me Whispering I think she finally lost it Aunt Lisa continued describing her synesthetic brunch claiming the syrup tasted like a jazz concert in the baconlike the color blue we all chuckled attributing it to her quirky nature but as Aunt Lisa squinted at the maple syrup bottle she sheepishly admitted oh dear I just realized I can't read the label turns out at Lisa didn't have a sixth sense she just needed new glasses we laughed until our SS hurt and I quipped well Lisa I guess
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