I'm 15 now. A BIG party is happening in any minute...
Dad is cooking. He has an odd feeling about host guests. Making a incredulous amout of dishes, so after every "feast", our task is to "clean up" all food... I even hate to think about it.
I heard the calling of that fried chicken. They are still cooking and discussing whether to make a new dish! No way!
I regrete my classmates...I should invite them, anyway...
Got to go now...
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