® It Was One Night Only.
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I was propping some strawberries in my mouth as I sat down with Pat as she made dinner for us. Much to my dismay, Noah had told them not to allow me to cook.
"Do you think my cooking was bad?" I ask voicing out my thoughts on why Noah won't want me to cook again.
"Your cooking was marvelous," Pat said slicing some onions that made her tear up.
"Dip the onion in water regularly it will prevent its tearing-up effect," I say and she nods getting herself a bowl of water.
"So why doesn't he want me to cook again?" I asked Pat for the eighteen times in ten minutes. I see her rolling her eyes with a smile stretching her lips.
"You have to ask him yourself then" she comments offhand. She washes the knife and goes on to cut the carrots and some cucumb
