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I did what was asked until there were four plates set out, three of them loaded with پاستا with sauce, a ترکاریاں, سلاد with all the fixing, french روٹی and مکئی which I thought was strange but wasn't going to تبصرہ about when she cooked it for us. We took two plates out to our Fathers, who were very appreciative before returning to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ where our plates were waiting, mine loaded with food and hers barely half full.
"How's school?" She asked as she pushed her پاستا around her plate, her eyes flashing to the clock and up the stairs for some reason.
"Ehhh it's alright." I...
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