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But there’s also this part of me that says, You’re not good at this, no matter how much you enjoy it

There was a method within the madness, and I was feeling complacent that all was under control

Or how will all involved parties know how to prepare for this event?

Back to Muskan. She felt awful, just awful, that I had received a dented Tjena

I’m left in a color wheel of confusion. What could I have done differently? 

I blame my mother. She hated making dessert, too — and so she didn’t