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was nothing more than a street rat. eating whatever he could steal . . . and most of the times be didn't really have a kitchen to cook into.
it's only when the lov was formed and they started getting enough money to buy the bare necessities that the cremation villain got the chance to +
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝑯. 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖
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when you started living on your own at sixteen . . . you sure needed to pick up on some survival skills. some of them including cooking —— now he wouldn't say he was the greatest but none of what he did ever made him sick, so be figured that it wasn't bad per say.
of course, back then he +
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the pyro stretched some ———
today was going to be a long one .
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hone his skills some. not to toot his own horn but . . . he wasn't half bad. quite the opposite.
so really when he was asked . . . he didn't have reasons to refuse, plus his stomach had been grumbling, signs that he too was getting hungry.
“ i know a thing or two —— can you get me the +
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eggs ? ”
he ended up asking —— eyes focused on the mix before him.
“ aren't you supposed to help out, kid? ”
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