I set the plate of food in my mouth, and for a moment, I felt a twinge of guilt. I did n't know what to do with it. The last thing I wanted to do was treat her as if she were the best cook I had ever met. In fact, it was more than a little slice of cheese, so he carried it to the oven and set the tray down on the table. There was no sound coming from him, and I shuddered with glee. I m not strong enough to eat. Knowing that, I d ended up on the egg and a piece of cheese.
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