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At dinner for two I chose a tasting menu. Chatter was pleasant, Until the sous-vide pheasant. Conversation digressed: My faults were expressed. I did not forsee, A deconstructed m e.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
Malign-Dining
At dinner for two I chose a tasting menu. Chatter was pleasant, Until the sous-vide pheasant. Conversation digressed: My faults were expressed. I did not forsee, A deconstructed m e.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
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