Rubbed my watery Eyes as if I want to cry: The air is pungent.
the onion.is a pungent herb indeed but oh what would cooking be without it.
z the air pungent or or hands onion soaked?
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9/19/2024 10:35:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the onion.is a pungent herb indeed but oh what would cooking be without it.