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Mia twirled in the kitchen, restless as a whirlwind—weekends were *brutal* without adventure. Pizza night? Perfect. Flour flew like snow as she dove into the dough, kneading giggles into every fold. Tomatoes blushed ripe, bell peppers crisp as confetti—she’d need backup. "Grab that knife, but mind your fingers!" Mushrooms became tiny umbrellas, olives sliced into mischievous grins. Cheese blanket? Smother it. Her masterpiece baked, bubbling with chaos. Crunchy crust, veggie confetti, sauce singing tangy—Mia’s boredom? Obliterated. Dinner was a victory lap. "Seconds? Obviously."
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