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If I wanted to know what opposition felt like... this is it. I've got it. It's staring me in the face and punching me in the Stomach.

Taylor thought I was cooking.

I thought Taylor was cooking.

He is his assigned night to cook, but we switched that first week and he thought we'd switched for good, and I thought we'd just switched that once. So no one gets dinner tonight.

I feel horrible.