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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Where I Started But In A Different Place
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Jul 6th, 2005, 05:33 PM
I once felt a really, really good steak in my soul. I became one with it. I could feel myself being lifted off the picnic bench and over the potato salad and three-bean salad ... and then ... gently wafting above billowing clouds of the mesquite embers. In a most lucid fashion, I looked below and saw myself eating my own steak. I am not proud of this. :sharetime
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