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The meticulously organized spice rack, the perfectly sharpened knives, the bubbling pot of soup – these were the elements that brought Sophia pleasure in her kitchen. The quiet hum of the oven, the rhythmic chopping sounds, the delicious aromas – she reveled in the small perfection of it all.

Her roommate, Ben, appeared, a mischievous grin on his face. “We're getting a rat!” he announced.

Sophia’s hands froze mid-chop. The idea of a rat, with its potential for mess and disruption, was unwelcome. She felt the urge to sweep the floor again.