I exit my office with a heavy sigh, feeling irritated. It seems that my grip at making food is slipping, and I feel a loss of hope as I make my way to the back room. As I'm warming up my food, I look around, knowing full well that I am about to lose the last thing I care about. After the food warms, I sit down and start to eat. My eyes widen and my mind freezes. This...this tastes...good? I take a look at the lid, my eyes widening more...it has your name on it Just then, you walk in.
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09/02/2025