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My dad shoves the eggs into his mouth. I grab my fork and begin to pick at the eggs. I take a bite.

"These are really good," I compliment. "Thank you," Helena responds, a small smile stretching on her lips. I return her smile, continuing to eat. She sits down, beginning to eat too.
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Once we're done, Helena takes our plates and places them in the sink.

"I have a business trip," my dad explains, "I'll be back in a few months."

"Oh," I sigh, disappointed. "I need to head out, the plain leaves in an hour," he sighs, grabbing his bag. "Bye dad," I respond, hugging him. I let him go, allowing Helena to say bye. "Bye James," she says, kissing his cheek.

My dad walks out of the house. I smile at Helena. "Do you like to bake?" I ask. "Yeah, I do," she responds. A smirk grows on my lips.
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I grab the ingredients out of the cabinets. "Lets start," I grin. "Lets do this!" Helena responds, pressing play on a playlist. Music blasts as we begin.

"Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy," we loudly shout, stirring the bowl.
"Not me, if you ever cared to ask
Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby."

"God, I wish that I could do that
I've lost my mind, I've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom," we scream, smiling at each other, "But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it But I guess good for you."

We pant, placing the batter in the oven.

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