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“You’re Just a Baker,” My Sister Screamed—The Next Time They Heard My Name, It Was on a Tokyo Flagship

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That’s where the burn scars started. In professional kitchens, you stop flinching when caramel splashes you. You learn to keep moving when you brush against a four-hundred-degree pan. The first burns hurt terribly. After a while, they just become part of the landscape of your skin—a record of repetition, mastery, survival.

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