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Gertrude wistfully wondered where all the crazy folks who used to rock up, armed with ingredients, and cook for her in her own home had disappeared; thinking perhaps, that some sneaky alternate dimension had plotted until they found a way to suck these wonderful, but hard to find souls, into their own world to eat them.
e, venturing down under, decided that she must try all forms of local cuisine even, she decided, if it meant eating a pie floater.
In a way, this fact is indicative of all that disappoints me about adulthood: when I eat nothing but desserts for dinner, I really pay for it later.
Surely someone should have come up with a gourmet equivalent of this for grown-ups by now.
Of course, having dealt with the gherkin, the flock of onions were waiting for her special attentions.
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