My forbidden squall.

One bright and sunny day, Mary, who's perhaps out of her mind, decided to bake a cake when she has absolutely no idea how to bake one. Being determined and hardworking for one of the very few times, she decided that she should study the recipe and make sure that all ingredients are well prepared for the baking process to go smoothly.

The recipe looks extremely foreign to one who has never been a big fan of cooking, not to mention baking; a long and tedious process. Simon says "follow the recipe step-by-step." Mary, therefore, follows the recipe rigidly in hope for a satisfying payoff. At the back of her head, the heavenly smell of a freshly baked cake sustains her through the taxing process of stirring, more stirring and soly stirring. Finally, a tot of ingredients are mixed, oven is set, all are ready. She pours the mixture into the butter coated tray, and properly positions it into the oven.

Anticpating the result, she paces back and forth. Occassionally, she peeps into the oven to inspect the progression and all. The time has finally arrived. The long beep concluded the session and it sets a smile on Mary's face. Mary coddles the tray of golden brown like never before.

The tranquil sets in self indulgence was viciously destroyed by a sudden obnoxious voice. Next was the sound of a wreckage. The golden brown which was once beautiful becomes fragments of debris in just minutes and seconds.

Unfortunately, the story did not end happily ever after.

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