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Pie keeps coming up. In books, in conversations. I'd agreed to make a pie for a dinner tonight. It's probably best that the pie is not right here, because I'd totally eat it right now. It's like pink elephants, I can't stop thinking about pie.
Pie.
Pie pie pie.
Pie.
Pie pie pie.
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Date: 2011-01-04 05:18 pm (UTC)From:(Actually, it wasn't. It was a pie. Not the best pie ever, but a pie.)