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Spending some time with Enzo and Max was fun. We spent the afternoon baking. Yes, baking. Turns out, Enzo is a great baker. I put one of his brownies in my mouth and moan at the flavor. "Who knew you were so talented cousin? If you had put your talents in use sooner, maybe I'd actually like you" Max said, and I immediately began to laugh, making Enzo sigh loudly at us both. "You both are so immature" He mumbled, and Max shrugged, eating another brownie. "Not immature, just honest. Pretty immature for you to not know the difference between the two" Max said back, and Enzo shook his head. "You are impossible, Maximus" He sighed out, and I giggled. I drank a glass of cold water once I was done eating some of the brownies, and I packed the rest of the brownies away for the rest o

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