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She didn't have a name because nobody knew who she belonged to.
I work in a high school where from 7:50 to 12:10, I constantly tell teenagers to stop talking and I'm not allowed to leave to use the bathroom.
If you find yourself describing your recipes as "guilt-free," you probably have a bad relationship with food.
I wanted to drive through a car wash because my car had gotten really dusty.
I lived at the Dubarry in Koreatown for years, and never got to know the culinary landscape of the neighborhood the way I am getting to know it now.
It's perfect just as it is... somewhere between a stew and a ragu.
it's like: oatmeal, potatoes, turkey sausage, bacon, maybe leftovers from the night before.
the funny thing about life is that the more things change, the more things really do stay the same.
Or, a high ranking politician I personally find to be unsavory, a paid killer, and the worst of the worst, the rapist.