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Sunday, March 27, 2005
The grilled cheese story
My wife asked Miranda what she wanted for lunch.
"A girl cheese sandwich."
"A grilled cheeses sandwich?" My wife asked, not hearing the mispronunciation.
"No, a girl cheese sandwich, not boy cheese!"
"Oh. Well, ok then..."
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