Allow me to join the ranks of people who have written of the joys of eating cold fried chicken in front of an open refrigerator. It makes me want to buy a basket with red and white gingham fabric inside just for this purpose and make icebox cake. But I'll settle for the simple sensuousness of taking a bite out of the beautifully prepared and leftover white flesh of this creature, even though I know better than to be eating animals.
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It's me, Jennifer Bernice (rhymes with "Furnace": it was my Granny's name) Sutkowski
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