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The Broth

The Broth The Broth Too many cooks spoil the broth is the adage eye have heard it all my life. The cook one is not used to sharing the pot the cook two has arrived and she is trying to survive and the hair is the fur flying up on the first cook to arrive as a batter up not ready to give up the batter in the broth. Please to the cook one try to share yes dear eye am certain it seems hard and impossible now but this time will come open somehow eye do not want the cook two to win but she has to survive for all of us to live cannot we be generous and share all our time eye will never give up the broth must be hot and so ready to serve only time can erase the bad taste that the second cook brought. Please keep the broth simmering in the pot and keep try to keep me ici lest eye die without broth without love. The Broth

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