I ordered the London Broil. That's what my ex-husband said. Her smile turned wicked. She shrugged out of the jacket, rolled up her sleeves, and tucked her linen napkin into her collar. She polished off half a rack with her fingers and never got a spot on her.
Some people are like that.
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