My Baking Pan’s Level is Maxed Out

My Baking Pan’s Level is Maxed Out

My Baking Pan’s Level is Maxed Out

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5 Chapters Ongoing Status
Last Update November 12, 2022

My Baking Pan's Level is Maxed Out is The Kiiqcreation,The novel is mainly aboutSoma would like to say she had no sense of shame. Well, between her walking to the nearest convenience store for the fifth time this week and her walking to the nearest convenience store for the fifth time this week at 2:27AM, there was little to no room for shame in the midst of being this pathetic. She was seventeen years old, yet shed never even held a bottle of oil. The stove screamed bloody murder the second she glanced at it, and she didn even own knives. And the dishwasher? Forget about it. The only time its been used is the time she didn feel like dragging herself to the laundromat. Theres no use for dishes when everything you eat comes in a plastic container anyway. Though, sometimes they forgot the utensils.A tiny bell rang behind her as she stepped into the small brightly colored shop. By muscle memory, she sped to the far back of the second aisle and reached down to grab her favorite chips. They were cupcake flavored – and before you tilt your face in disgust Soma would Read Novel

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My Baking Pan's Level is Maxed Out is The Kiiqcreation,The novel is mainly aboutSoma would like to say she had no sense of shame. Well, between her walking to the nearest convenience store for the fifth time this week and her walking to the nearest convenience store for the fifth time this week at 2:27AM, there was little to no room for shame in the midst of being this pathetic. She was seventeen years old, yet shed never even held a bottle of oil. The stove screamed bloody murder the second she glanced at it, and she didn even own knives. And the dishwasher? Forget about it. The only time its been used is the time she didn feel like dragging herself to the laundromat. Theres no use for dishes when everything you eat comes in a plastic container anyway. Though, sometimes they forgot the utensils.A tiny bell rang behind her as she stepped into the small brightly colored shop. By muscle memory, she sped to the far back of the second aisle and reached down to grab her favorite chips. They were cupcake flavored – and before you tilt your face in disgust Soma would Read Novel

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