Trembling my hands managed to work my keys, my hunks of blazing hot metal into the keyhole of my apartment. I wedged the door open with the small amount of strength I had left. I stepped inside, careful to not step onto my shoelaces that had come undone a few blocks back... I didn't stop for them then or now, I couldn't imagine stopping for
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So when are you gonna ditch smoggy SoCal and come up here? :) San Francisco can always use more amazing chefs you know ;D
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