Demon in my kitchen
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PROMPT | The demon stands amid her destroyed kitchen screaming, "How? How were you able to summon me?!"
She stands in the corner flipping through her grandma's cookbook as fast as she can, screaming back, "I don't know!! You were supposed to be chicken soup!"
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