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There's A Fly In My Soup
I didn't really need to look at the menu but I had been taught impeccable manners so I still did. Then I ordered the same thing as always; creamy tomato soup, a fresh crayfish and avocado salad and strawberry and apricot compote, which you could taste before you ate it as the scent of the fruit was mouthwatering. Enrico is a two times Michelin starred chef and his food is to die for. I ordered for my fiancé Jeremy too as I knew what he liked so it was the tomato soup and a chateaubriand steak done blue. He didn't eat desserts.Jeremy is always late so after two years of being in love with him I...
Everybody Eats Raw Cookie Dough
CW: Mild language, mention of blood.“So basically, things just really suck right now. I feel like garbage all the time, and it’s starting to affect my whole life, you know?”“That sounds really stressful, babe.”“It really is. And when I try to talk to my friends about all my health issues, I can tell they are uncomfortable and don’t know how to react. I just feel like no one really understands what I’m going through.”“I’m sure, I know it’s been a rough couple of weeks for you. But, have you thought about trying—"“Can I just stop you there? Look, I love you, Jake, but right now, I just want to v...
Lab Safety 101
“So, the first step is just to pour this bwww.onedoor.ccottle into that one?”“Edwin, I told you it’s the blue beaker into the red. And get your hair out of your eyes before we start.”“Right, right, sorry.”“No need to apologize to me, just follow the directions. I do not want to blow up in study hall on a Tuesday of all days just because you can’t figure out a basic assignment. Especially when your dad is barely paying me to be your tutor.”“Yes, fine… you don’t have to be dramatic. Alright, here we go…”“Gently!!”“How do you pour gently, Samantha?!”“Just…. Edwin …. Slow down and think for once. This isn’t jus...
Evelyn's Gone Mad and I Feel Fine
“Pirates? Like in Peter Pan?” “Well, technically pirate. Singular. Just one. A girl.” “A girl pirate?” “She says her name is Anne.” Evelyn fidgeted uncomfortably, pulling at her skirt. “I didn’t know there were girl pirates.” “Well, there were. At least two, anyway. Anne tells me that she had a friend called Mary and they were pirates together on the sea.” I tore into the scone Evelyn had given me with unladylike vigor so I’d have time to process this. The only pirates I’d ever seen were the mustachioed men from that Peter Pan play I saw last time I was in London. Still, though, I supposed...