It took effort to get there, but I loved sitting at the counter as a kid. Accessible only by way of barstool, I would carefully pull myself up onto the swiveling seat and pivot my weight on a centered and bent knee before triumphantly collapsing into the throne. It was from there that I would watch the goings on of the kitchen, do my homework and, of course, eat. Upon waking up on weekdays, I
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