Nonna is a magicion in the kitchen. This morning she made a desision to try a new sauce, and every one of us said it was a good one. The sugar disolved into the warm cream and the smell was wonderfull. Marco could not find the soluton to the lumps at the bottom of the pan, so he stirred until they had all gone. He shook the crumbs off the carpet, wrote his signature across the menu, and said the whole afternoon had been a pleassure.
One long word is already right, and one only looks like family. Leave that one exactly as it is.
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