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I'm having a kitchennightmare.
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Buttheydon't haveovenshere.
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Please, guys, comeon.
You'regoingoutoftheway.
Please, everybody, everybodySpectatorsbynow, I shouldbeservingup, but I'm nowherenearready.
Skewers, please.
Okay, honey.
Colorcolor.
Comeon, please.
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Let's go.
It's gone.
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