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Keeping A Stiff Upper Lip
Rigor mortis does a fine job of it.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Growl.
Demons have invaded my bag of dried cranberries because it was not resealable although it insisted otherwise, but the cranberries have lost none of their flavour.
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