if you simmered it after you boiled it down, baba, i could eat it without my toofeses in. i can never find those damn dentures, anyway. and you've made my favorite tonight, too. or is this the dinner you promised that little tart with the big texas dreams? mrs. g warned her about your allure; she heeded not a word of that oracular adviser. remus and romulus, prepare the bowl
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