Markus was overwhelmed with multiple recipes. Great. How was he supposed to write them all down? He sighed, sitting down at his typewriter and starting to try and type as fast as he could while his phone read the messages for him. It took him quite a long time, and he didn’t reply to Bing’s last question either.
Once he had them all finally copied, he left his phone where it was, and went to the kitchen. He hoped one of them would be good.
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