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Whenever you do not join me in the kitchen, I know something is wrong. While everyone believes I am a good chef, the truth behind my expertise is the zeal I gain whenever we cook together. I enjoy your presence in the kitchen in a way I cannot understand. Your tendency to holding me in the waist is my best experience. When I grab a snack in the kitchen, I delay so can drive your attention. When you come, it turns out to me more. We complement each other. I cannot explain this as I did not expect.