A dear friend brought me a quart for Saturday's supper. My Toot's ravaged tum was delighted. Today, we had a BD lunch with a fine colleague. More egg drop soup.
I wish I could make it this good, but the technique elludes me.
Meanwhile, read the fortune, adding between the sheets to the end.
We could wish.
My mother disclosed sometime back that adding that phrase is what saw her through boring church services. I doubt the Baptist church encourages such.
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