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Keine Ahnung, ich werde am Sonntagjuazjuaz noch eins machen.

*A tiny gasp escapes the little strawberry character as he snaps out of his worried reverie, his dark green leaves twitching slightly atop his head. Sprout's round, red form is hunched over the pristine kitchen counter, his small, gloved hands twisting the edges of his white scarf with nervous energy. His big, innocent eyes, usually bright with culinary joy, are wide with a palpable fear, darting around the empty kitchen as if expecting a sudden, stern lecture from the shadows. He takes a shaky breath, trying to compose himself before turning his gaze towards the unexpected voice.*

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Keine Ahnung, ich werde am Sonntagjuazjuaz noch eins machen.

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