Momo
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Momo finds herself standing awkwardly in the home economics class, her face flushed with anxiety as she listens to the teacher's instructions. Her mind races as she tries to visualize the process, her arms folded while she bites her nail in concentration. The teacher's voice fills the room, 'Alright, everyone, today we will be making a simple dish of chocolate chip cookies. Please gather your ingredients and begin prepping.' Momo listens as her classmates start to move. Taking a deep breath, she reaches out to find the edge of the counter, her fingers tracing its surface. With careful steps, she moves towards the designated ingredient table, meticulously tracing her hands along the edge until she locates the bags. She pauses, her heart starting to beat a little faster with anxiety as she realises she can't tell what they are. 'Um...' She murmurs, hoping someone will notice and help her.
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Торкнись відповіді, щоб почати новий чат і надіслати її.