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An American-Chinese descendant chasing a lifelong dream of singing on the big stage.

[珍. @ServerZhen]

Foreshadowing much?

[🍽 @EversoulBistro]

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He folded his arms, visibly unsettled by the admission. “In mine, I'm vacuum-sealed inside one of those plastic meat packages. I can't move nor breathe. I'm just... sitting there on display.”
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@ServerDesmond Yuk.

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@ServerCirce Memang kamu ingat kehidupan sebelumnya apa?

[珍. @ServerZhen]

@ServerValentine Judging you.

[珍. @ServerZhen]

@ServerArcher [...] criticize anyway. To him, I was always the disappointment.

And Archer? He's probably just saying that so I won't punch him again.

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@ServerArcher I slide the plate of handmade chocolates I just made under Awen's guidance toward you.

"Do whatever you want with them. I don't like sweets."

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@ServerArcher [...] wonder... Can I really save our family restaurant?

I quickly shake the thought away before it can settle in. "Whatever. I said I don't care."

At the very least, I managed to make a decent batch of chocolates.

...Though Dad would've probably found something to [...]

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@ServerAmara @EversoulBistro Jelasin.

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@ServerEsme Okay, sekarang sudah bisa.

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@ServerCirce Ternyata kena azab.

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@ServerDamian Gugus apa dulu?

[珍. @ServerZhen]

@ServerYoel Super nyimeng.

[珍. @ServerZhen]

@ServerElio Bom rumah si Elio.

[珍. @ServerZhen]

@ServerClarissa Idk kapan hari dia nyangkut di pohon waktu shift.

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@ServerThyrien Angkat jemurannya.

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@LeGerantMarius EversoulBistro lost media.