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Black beans and rice, cooked on the stove, topped with istara and hot green salsa.
I love you Bri. I hope the oh-my-fucking-god-just-shut-up-ness of the cellar ends soon, I'm not enjoying it either. (and yet I keep clicking on shit, apparently adding to the illusion that certain threads are "doing well")
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Crying won't help you, praying won't do you no good.
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