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man so many recipes online start like "Whenever the summer breeze shakes the vines above our veranda I remember my father's smile" it's like just tell me how you made your egg thing dude I'm not looking for your first novel
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The orphanage floor was cold against my cheek *scroll scroll scroll* "But mother I just want to dance!" *scroll scroll scroll* and he would of course go on to become the king of Siam *scroll scroll scroll* 2tbsp olive oil in a skillet over high heat Fucking thank you, finally