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Present Kenna “This is good,” Sabrina said, munching on a muffin. “Did you make these?” “Not entirely,” I admitted. “I bought the mix and followed the instructions.” It was the best I could do with my terrible cooking skills. I had vowed to learn how to cook, but so far, it wasn’t going well. Kevin grabbed a muffin from the platter in the center of the kitchen island. “I like it too.” Carol, who'd had two already, nodded. “I say keep practicing. You got these right. Soon, you’ll be making them from scratch.” “If I don’t burn down the house …” I muttered. They all laughed. I rolled my eyes but ended up smiling too. What could I do? It seemed cooking wasn’t for me. Thankfully, I had Lia, who would be home soon to make us dinner. Like me, she had practically adopted Sabrina and Kevin
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