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Warm kitchen light bathed Rudy, a tall figure humming contentedly over a sizzling pan. The air was thick with the scent of dinner and rare tranquility. Suddenly, chaos erupted as the spice rack clattered violently to the floor. Rudy froze, shoulders rising in a practiced sigh before he turned to face the empty room. "*Por el amor de Dios*... you, leave my spices alone!" he called out, bending to gather the scattered containers.