The Troubled Siblings Club
“Eat the potato chips while I go make something for us to eat.” I tore the bag open and trotted off to the kitchen. “You're insane Regina!,” he yelled. I remained by door and rolled my eyes, “I'm not really a snack person you know,” Alfred muttered. I decided to ignore him and continue with my thinking, I still didn't know what to cook for him. I wanted to waw him with my professional cooking stills but that could only be possible if I had any clue on what to cook. I opened the fridge and took out some vegetables, hopefully the idea would Come to me later on, which was what I did whenever I couldn't decide what to cook, by the time I'd be done cutting up every last vegetable I could find, an idea would suddenly pop into my head, which most of the time wouldn't include the vegetable
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