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Rise of the Sourdough
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Nadia and the dough periscope stared at each other across the kitchen. Then Gerald slowly drooped, looking hurt. "I only wanted to be warm," he gurgled. Nadia felt terrible. She picked up the towel she had thrown and gently wiped a smear off his rim. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Long morning. Let's start over."
From scratch, Nadia and Gerald started fresh. She fed him on time, kept the kitchen warm, and read his notes politely. He stopped scaring her and started helping, rising her loaves to gold. The towel incident was never mentioned again. They were, against all odds, a good team.
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