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Conundrum: How do you like your eggs?

You’re so lost, you don’t even know what kind of eggs you like. What? That’s right. With the priest, you wanted scrambled. With the Dead Head, it was fried. With the bug guy, it was poached. Now it’s like, “Oh, … Continue reading

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