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ââTo you, Mr. Arthur,â I said. âAnd to everyone who still needs one more day.â
It was good.
Not perfect.
Though, if he had been there, he surely would have wrinkled his nose, tapped the table with his cane, and said it lacked garlic.
And I, of course, would have yelled from my kitchen:
But that night there continue reading âŚ
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