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However, her expectant eyes are still on me. I lift the horrible cookie to my mouth. On one hand, I feel my stomach protest, threatening to give back everything I ate for breakfast. On the other side, I see Elena smiling and clapping her hands.

Shit.

My gut health or your happiness? What a fucking difficult decision.

I bite into another piece, holding my breath to avoid the taste of death. For God's sake, it looks like the devil himself cooked this with his feet. I swallow before I can even chew properly. It's a good thing I don't have neighbors, otherwise prosecution for attempted intoxication would be a certainty.

"I'm sure it's just missing sugar. Otherwise, it's great.”

"Unbelievable!" she claps more “I’m a cook.”

Elena throws her oven mitts on the counter and runs over to me. She throws herself into my lap, and I, fortunately, have to throw the cookie on the floor to catch her. Maybe the radiation will make my entire kitchen uninhabitable.

Elena hugs my torso with her legs