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[Peeta's trying to bake some bread, his speciality. He's on his fourth attempt, each with burnt and black results, he forgets that his journal is open and starts muttering to himself for all to hear. He's not hapy and the kitchen has started to reek of his failure during the second loaf.]
I use to do this every day...! Why can't I now?
[With that, attempt number five begins. Spoiler alert: It'll be burnt too.]
[OOC: I apologize for being so.. what's a good word.. quiet? My bad. I beg for forgiveness and I shall do better. Promise!]