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Samuel had spent all day making soup with his grandmother. He thought she only needed help with one pot so he volunteered. Besides, he also had a card he was supposed to giver her sitting on the dashboard. It would be a nice short visit. 
 
 Samuel's grandmother greeted him at the front door, her apron dotted with specks of tomato juice. `` I hope you do n't mind,'' she said, `` but I started without you.'' Samuel heard a timer beep in the background. His grandmother's eyes widened and she dashed off into the kitchen; Samuel smelled smoke and dashed after her. As he entered the kitchen he saw that the space was almost entirely filled with produce. His grandmother stood at the stove, stirring a pot that had bubbled over and adding a dash of oregano. `` A watched pot never boils eh?'' She threw her head back and laughed. `` Someone should get whoever said that in here!'' 
 
 Samuel picked up a head of lettuce and inspected it. The leaves were dotted with aphids. `` That's why you always have to wash things first, dear.'' said his grandmother. 
 
 `` I do n't normally mind the odd dot on my produce,'' smiled Samuel, `` but it creeps me out when they move.'' He set the lettuce back down in its space. 
 
 `` My friend, Dot, says the same thing. Her grandson, another dashing young man, is helping her make soup too.'' She stared off into space for a moment. `` Could you pass me the rosemary? I think we need another dash.'' She sniffed the pot. `` You know what, let's make it *two* dashes.'' 
 
 `` Sure thing,'' said Samuel, handing her a container of dried herbs. `` By the way, how is Dot? I have n't seen her in a while.'' 
 
 `` Same as usual,'' she said. `` Still happy to have all the grandkids in town for the summer.'' 
 
 `` That's good.'' Samuel watched a neighbor's dog dash across the yard, enjoying the nice weather. `` Uh, one more question: are you really planning to cook all this?'' 
 
 `` Of course, dear. Why? Do you already want to stop?'' 
 
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 I hid my name in the story.
