“Water is stupid.”
With openers like that, is it any wonder that dinner sometimes feels more like slop hour at the barn than a civilized interlude of food and conversation?
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“Water is stupid.”
With openers like that, is it any wonder that dinner sometimes feels more like slop hour at the barn than a civilized interlude of food and conversation?
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