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After yet another session with the dreaded thing on two wheels, Kyle slipped back from the garage and into the house, tossing his keys carelessly onto a shelf. Trudging over to the kitchen a weight dropped onto his shoulders. He still had to cook a meal for himself. However a glint of silver caught his eye. A container, the top wrapped in aluminium foil and some delicacy inside. He didn't even need to look at the note to know who it is. How did that old woman manage to slip into his house and set this up? He still did wonder why he ever even gave the keys to her. Chuckling to himself, he ripped off the aluminium wrapping, tossing the container into the microwave and letting it run, warming up the food.
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