My husband brought me some peanut butter. It means he loves me.
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2 comments:
fyi - I saw an post on BA Newcomers about peanut butter being available in Chinatown
I saw that, too. This peanut butter happened to be in the Disco right down the street. Sometimes they have it, sometimes they don't.
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