“Sir Bones: is stuffed, / de world, wif feeding girls.”
by test , at 3:38 PM , have 0
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The lamb roast has come and gone.Sunday did not begin well. I had worked until the wee hours of morning on an ill-tempered Parisian flan, a thoroughly nasty end to a lovely Saturday of sailboats and swimsuits and bare feet. The dough for the flan’s pastry shell disintegrated in my hands not once but twice, dear reader. I swore like a sailor, slapped the dough shards into a pile and bullied them