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Aug 2013
I always relented when
you tried to put cayenne
pepper in the dishes you
made for me. Spicy things
open up the taste-buds
you
lectured. And no matter how
much I'd poke your shoulders
you always managed to put
a pinch in. I claimed to hate it.

This morning I poured hot salsa
onto my breakfast and ate it without a

problem.
(c) Brooke Otto
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