Someone pass the ketchup. Pensive waiting, equating hands of time filled with emptiness absent it seems of company, still not eating, What's 'keeping him, and how badly does he expiate?
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Going cold on this meal is very amazing and thought provoking in this sharing. Wisely drafted.10