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It’s the peppers, I think, picking a sharp strand of fibrous plant material out of my teeth. It’s the peppers that never fail to give me such rancid breath. I look down at the half-eaten sandwich clutched in my hands, shrug, and take another bite.
By WearyWater URL on 08.02.2013
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