Today I woke up. I felt like shit. I went to school, and still felt like shit. After meeting, I moped around and felt like shit. Tate said, "Hey Sam, you wanna come bake bread?!" and I, not feeling like Meeting Leaders Caucus Group, said, "Uhm... Sure!" So, 5 minutes later we headed to the kitchen. I was about to write "the chicken." He let me use
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