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Garret had popped the oven mittens on and was bending over to peer through the glass oven door, his hands on his waist, when Daphne spoke up behind him. It was a good thing he was facing away from her, or else she would have taken offence and cried or something at the wince that resulted from her words.
"Erm," he replied, still staring intently at the cake in the oven, "No, there isn't."
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