Ethiopian food. You and me, we are like blood brothers. Really. I mean it. our paths cross all over the world, and I have licked my phalanges many a time in your mists. And tonight the light that shined through my Ethiopian tea onto my spongy bread reminded me of…what did it remind me of…. This metaphor has no place here. What I mean to say is that
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