That autumn night long ago Ursula had served a blob of grilled cheese on a slice of shame on a breast of… — David Mitchell
That autumn night long ago Ursula had served a blob of grilled cheese on a slice of shame on a breast of chicken. Righter there—right here. I could still taste it. I can taste it as I write these words.
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