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Nov 8
Sometimes you boil them.
But most of the times,
You let simmer.
A little salt,
Garlic
Wound  (as in "it wounds my heart", but it's monotonous)
rub
And a sense of humor bone….
After dinner.
Drab
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Drab  Androgynous/The final frontier
(Androgynous/The final frontier)   
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     Ben Noah Suresh, Luz and Liana
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