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Crisped Rice Cakes, Anyone? before/after I always make too much spaghetti. I make enough spaghetti for two. Its like I'm flying the "missing man" formation, except its not a man that's missing. Ahhh, fuck it. Boo-fucking-hoo. There is always cheap sex, which is like eating a crisped rice cake when one is hungry. But its better than starving. The slow death of the romantic.
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