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... ." I dried my hands, positioning myself at the counter. "But watching you butcher the recipes is painful."
I picked up a samosa wrapper, filled it with the meat mixture, and began folding with practiced ease. Triangle, fold, triangle, fold. "See?" I held it up. "Not a crumpled napkin."
"Show-off," Damien muttered, but his eyes were warm.
"Please." I started another one. "This is basic. You’re just incompetent."
"Ouch." But he was smiling.
"Mama’s good at e ...
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