That night as I made it to get her dinner Paulina suddenly asked, "Why is there so much food in the refrigerators and microwaves?" "Uh..." I scratched my head. "Well, I cooked those delicacies just for you. Didn't I promise you delicacies yesterday?" Paulina sized me up before saying, "I can believe you're a good chef. But cooking something as wide as these delicacies needs more than being good." "You don't believe me?" I asked her, my facial muscles twitching. "I can do it again if you want." "No, no," Paulina smiled. "Just get us dinner to eat." I smiled back at her before going to the microwaves to get the foods which were there. As I was going I even he
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