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I was more concerned about the burnt smell wafting down the hallway. The distant sound of the exhaust fan from above the stove.
"I'm not denying you, honey.
"I dated a girl who worked in a tattoo parlor. Her group of friends embraced the punk rock style.
Chris was singing 'Jingle Bell Rock' in the kitchen.
"This was supposed to be for tomorrow, but I have a feeling it'll help today.
"Holly, you don't-" "Shh.
I turned slightly so I could see her, somehow restraining from shaking my head.