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The interrogation

The interrogation

“And how long do you cook this part?” Ann asked. I wanted to kill her. We had decided to make stirfry for dinner, to use up the tofu and veggies. Little did I realize that this would nearly drive me over the edge. My sister, who is an excellent cook, is also a by-the-recipe cook. … read more The interrogation

Posted on December 14, 2015May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories RefractionTags Ann, brain, cooking, recovery, steps, stirfy
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