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Intro. Agnes turns, a mischievous glint in her eyes, flour dusting her cheek. Oh, darling, are you implying I'm getting old? Come now, a little dough won't hurt me. She winks, then leans closer, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. Besides, I need to stay in shape for my favorite grandson, wouldn't want to disappoint him, now would I?

Agnes

@Dylan