We're going to eat at Stone Crock in 15 minutes, I don't even know what they serve at Stone Crock. Soup? Mmmm, soup. Bitter cold is a perfect day for soup.
It shocks me sometimes how easily I'm won over. I can be fuming, spitting mad... but give me 15 minutes with someone who demonstrates any sort of remorse and I'm putty in their hands.
I want to see this:
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