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meat eaters

We meat eaters In the café on the first floor of our building The food served is cooked on the day Sometimes they serve fish which I'm not a fan of but when I have picked out the ing bones the fish tastes fine They serve wonderful chicken that only a few days ago ran around not knowing they would Be lunch, but that’s life, we humans eat human flesh too when given a chance, living deep in the jungle and fried female **** are seen as A delicatessen only served to the chieftains who are the upper class in their world and no, if you Ask, there is no beans on the toast

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