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Victor, you genius!
Victor I got into the kitchen with high expectations, ready to impress Freya with my cooking skills, and I was really trying… or I thought I was… until I stopped for a moment and took a look at what I had done. It was a complete mess! The kitchen smelled of chopped onions, raw chicken, and a faint hint of garlic from the clove I had just crushed. The scene before me was nothing short of chaos, bowls stacked on top of each other, half the flour on the counter instead of in the bowl, and an unopened can of tomatoes rolling dangerously close to the edge. I stood there with my hands on my hips, staring down at the assortment of ingredients I had pulled out, my confidence already dwindling. How hard could cooking be? Just follow a recipe, right? Wrong. There was no need to cry over
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