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Impression of being in a room like my childhood home's bedroom, with a male companion, but us both between the two of us trying to cook stuff. A mess of eggs, I think. And worrying that if we took too long cooking it, strange security protocols would go into effect, sending stuff flying out into the room at us. Which didn't, I think, actually happen. Well Weird.
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