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Sangre was glad to see that smile on Akira's face, taking out the cutlery and waving a hand in dismissal. "Hey, it's not easy remembering a recipe by heart, especially when you only were told once how to make it. It took years for me to remember all the ones I do now, before I had to use a old, ripped up journal with all my meals inside of it." Sangre chuckled, knowing he still had it somewhere, maybe he could let Akira see it someday, allow him to try and make something on his own.
Getting the napkins next, Sangre told the others to sit at the table and wait for their food to be served shortly.
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~Ernest Gaines
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