Sunday, July 1, 2007
Sunday in the sun
It was a lovely Sunday. The sun shone, we sat in it. The sky was so blue it hurt my eyes, we looked at it. The food was good, we ate it. The wine was delicious, we drank it. The waiter was lovely, we loved him. It couldn't have been better.
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If the waiter was so lovely, why didn't you eat him?
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