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"Darn it, where's my lasagna pan?" I already had the noodles boiling, the sauce simmering, and the cheese ready to go, but now I couldn't find the darn pan. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cabinet, and then I remembered. Andi had borrowed it. Turning off the burner, I reached up on the key hook and took down Andi's key and headed for the door.

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