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4/4/11 05:35 (UTC)
"Sir yes sir jefe' chef sir!" Dinah snapped him a sloppy salute, then TK'd the bread and cheese to the cutting board, and went off to search for tuna through the bags, humming. After a minute she realized it was California Gurls, which always made her think of summers at Santa Cruz, and snickered, taking another drink of wine. "Foooood. Priestly foood. Nom nom nom."
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