Frustrated and impatient, Julia grabbed the bag with her bare hands. She ripped open the bag from the top and steam rose out from the contents. The rich smell of tomatoes, spices and pasta made her salivate. I hope it lives up…
There was a gasp, and Julia caught Gwen staring at her with a gaping jaw. Alas, it was well past the point of no return to act like the contents were too hot to handle. Out of options, she reached for the fork instead.
“Asbestos fingers,” Julia said with a sheepish grin.
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