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| Ah, fish sticks, fresh from the oven. Surely my husband will appreciate all the hard work I do slaving over a hot oven now! | |
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| I'll just turn it up to 350°, and—holy shit! is that what I think it is in there? | |
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| Serves the bitch right—she ain't even opened the damned oven for two fucking weeks. | |
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