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The sickly sweet aroma filled his nostrils, as he seared the meat on the stove.
Work's been slow, he thought, There's not much else I could've done, right?
His ears delightfully devoured the sizzling sounds emanating from the pan.
Not many people dine at expensive restaurants in a recession, do they?
The main course slid dutifully onto his plate; he garnished it with cilantro.
How was I supposed to pay the rent with no income? he reasoned, as he sat down at the table.
He relished the meal, even though his landlord would've tasted better with apple rings, and parsley.

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