I walked slowly to Chris and Chef's tent while they ate dinner. Chef was still in his army suit.
"...Hey guys," I dicho stepping inside.
"What do tu want?" Chef asked putting down his fork.
"Food..." I dicho with a cute smile. Chris looked at Chef and Chef looked back.
"Your "food" is in the contenedor de basura, basurero in the Mess Hall, little lady." Chris smiled. I scowled in return.
"Well, that comida is not good for my growing teen-girl body!" I dicho rocking on my heels. Chef sighed and pointed toward the fridge. I was walking over when I saw a pair of feet disappear behind the counter. My eyes opened and I thought...
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