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"I was dreaming about food," he stated a matter-of-factly as he looked up to his friend. "And there was this French pastry that I was about to eat as well." Dritz smiled as he remembered the dream and licked his lips. "So..." Dritz added as he moved his away from being underneath Azrael and looked at him. "How did it go?"
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So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.
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