on my table tonight: rice cooked by myself, my everyday meal, with a special chicken cooked by my mom (who cooks the best chicken in the world). water, from the tap (quite a shame not to taste a red wine or even a beer with this wonderful chicken, but there is a hierarchy even when it comes to luxury). and this comic album. miller, who else? old habits seldom, if ever, die.
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