Soon after, a week passed and Becca was waiting for Paris to return home. Michael had to get some things done real quick, and today being Thanksgiving, he was excited. Soon, Paris walked through the door. "Becca! I'm back!" She said. "I'm in the kitchen, Paris! Come help. We gotta get cooking before your father gets home." Becca said. "Right!" Paris ran into the cuisine and started getting things out. (It was about 8 in the morning) Since it doesn't take long to cook the mashed potatoes, peas, stuffing and pie, they had to start with the chicken. It didn't take it long to fry, but they had...
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