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| No. I've been saving the most worrisome one for last. Where do pork chops come from? | |
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| ...uh, I think you should go ask your Mom about that one. | |
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| Okay, I will. You know, Neal, I'm glad I can talk to you about stuff--especially considering that I'd love to ask my Dad these things if he were still around. See ya later... | |
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| Whew! I'm glad he didn't ask about pickled pigs feet. | |
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