My friend has seen better days. It’s well-worn surface has been etched by the blades of countless knives. It no longer shines, it's glimmer diminished by the high oven temperatures which it has been regularly subjected to over the last twenty plus years. It's tone is uneven, with dark edges and a base which will begin to rust if not given a quick spritz of vegetable oil after each washing. Yet it continues to be one of my most treasured possessions.
I hope we'll be together forever; I never plan to get rid of it.
I hope we'll be together forever; I never plan to get rid of it.
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