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owl of unappetizing mush. After weeks of it, we

g a picnic basket. The aroma hit

ully, setting the basket on my nightstand.

s Kelly. The moment her name left his lips, the enticing aroma t

doesn't take my pean

be like that. She feels terrible. She j

, aromatic herbs. It did smell good, but

ushing my hospital tray

favorite roast chicken! The one you taught m

ing the freshest herbs to balancing the spices so the skin comes out crispy and

lly somehow mastered my uniqu

, chopped some things. But... I did most of it in the end. She almost cut herself during the deboning

red to open a jam jar, genuinely wanted to learn

? It's just a chicken. Why do you have to be so difficult?" His ton

ntatively, I picked up my fork. The chicken was st

ying to sauté the herbs. And she kept complaining the chicken was 'too raw' when I'd barely seared it. It was hilarious." He laughe

but he'd never laughed like that when I mess

ght him myself - became a symbol of his betrayal. Food th

ge from an unknown number - a video

ly tied up, was holding a camera, filming Jason wrestling wit

is and no to that with food - so high-maintenance, it's unbearable. Can't she just eat normal food like the rest

plate. My hands were shaking,

sbelief. "What is this?" I held the phone up to him. The video w

red. Then his expression shifted, a flash of anger crossing his features. "Who sent you this? This is an invasion

t she did obvious enough?" I pushed the plate away

proportion, it's exhausting! Can't you just let it go? Kelly made a mistake! She apologiz

blow. I was the victim, yet somehow I