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| Without You A stove is a stove, no matter where you go. A patty is a patty, that's what I say. A grill is a grill, this is surely so. And fries should be fries, either way. But this grill is not a home. This is not the stove I know. I would trade it all away, if you'd come back to stay. This kitchen's not the same without you. It's just a greasy spoon without you. |
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