Chefs
Scars of a Chef
July 17, 2011
“Sweat poured down my face, and I couldn’t slow my breathing. Every time I turned my head, color streams and light trails blurred my vision. I couldn’t get my eyes to focus on the salmon I was preparing on the grill in front of me. I started to laugh and then couldn’t stop.”
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