One of my friends who is great at cooking recently went to Germany. She then learned how to cook German food and invited me and two other women to have a German dinner. As always, she cooked a lot of food. Way more than we could finish. It was great, though. As always.
One of the other guests I had never met before. She had heard many strange stories about me, she claimed, though. I am not sure if that is a good thing, and she never told me what these stories were about even though I asked.
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