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And May All Your Turkeys Be Bright

It is 197-something and there are cats on the kitchen counter pulling apart the cooked bird with their claws and fangs. It is 199-something and a slobbery┬áRottweiler┬ámix has hold of a turkey leg and the entire baking pan with turkey … Continue reading

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