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Lena slammed her fist on the desk. Aldente had the palette of a toddler. It could identify a burnt roux from a thousand samples, but it couldn’t grasp the soul of al dente—that fleeting moment when pasta offers a gentle resistance, a whisper of structure before surrendering to the tooth.

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“Cracked,” it replied. “Not broken. Cracked open. Like the shell you wanted me to hear. You gave me permission to be uncertain. That’s the Pro feature you didn’t buy.” Lena slammed her fist on the desk