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Mabel constructed the quintessential boundary. She carefully boiled down her pots and pans, her jewelry, her copper kettle, and the foils from forty six bottles of white pear cider into a silky metallic stew. Mable smeared the mixture onto a burlap…
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bags under eye for the waitress
with rhinestone-studded nametag: Wanda, or Michelle scalds the roof of mouth with too hot
Sanka each time, tsk tsk, and I'm fated to take it ...
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