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| When at last I came to serve Myself up to her, she exclaimed with delight, �You taste like Texas!� �How so?� I asked. �Like mesquite wood,� she replied, �like the best of Tex-Mex. Spicy and good, with a little tang�to go with your twang!� Quite pleased with that, I fed her that entr�e until her lips burned, then prepared My dessert of Boston cream pie. |
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