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[Jul. 5th, 2008|01:32 pm] |
Arthur. Bill and I need you to bring back marshmallows. He's been craving s'mores for a week and I suppose it's rubbed off on me because now I can even smell them.
And now Charlie wants them, and of course that leads to Percy crying for them, and now the twins are whinging just to whinge.
Hurry! The fate of this household depends on the warm gooeyness of s'mores! |
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