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... e, yes," she replied.
I looked at her, then back down at the dish. "Is this pasta?"
It was pasta, certainly, but it was red—an intense, vibrant red. What the hell was this supposed to be?
"Heh? You really are an ungrateful brat," she said. She walked to the dining table and leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "You should be honored to even see my cooking, let alone get the chance to taste it. Any more nonsense from you and you’ll starve for the rest of the week."
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