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a fresh peach cobbler is cooling in the kitchen. doesn't that make me sound uber-domestic? (had to do something to make a dent in the piles of peaches paul brought home from a family friend's house.) got a bandaid on my finger to prove that those peaches needed peeling. no canned stuff for us. (riiight.)



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