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Her stomach grumbles There's food in the fridge but Nothing to her preference He walks around, filling his belly with all that he finds Coffee, milk, water, potatoe chips and crackers Warmed up tortillas and cereal They will make it through the week, They always have
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
Food
Her stomach grumbles There's food in the fridge but Nothing to her preference He walks around, filling his belly with all that he finds Coffee, milk, water, potatoe chips and crackers Warmed up tortillas and cereal They will make it through the week, They always have
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Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
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