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Pete's baking bread. The house is filled with the muscular aromas of yeast and molasses. Tomorrow morning, I'll eat a slice of delicious fresh bread without lifting a hand. Should I complain that he left out raisins?
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posted by Tata at 11:16 PM
Don't take a swig while I'm talking.
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