A weekend or two ago, Natalie and I were baking a cake together. She helped with measuring all the ingredients, sitting next to me on the kitchen island. When it was time to mix everything together, I asked if she was ready to turn around, meaning if she was ready to have the mixer turn around. I guess I wasn't clear enough in my description, because she stood up and started twirling around on the kitchen island...
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