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... and dropped, exhausted, onto her chair. She knew not how she knew, or why it was to be, but that it would be her last supper she felt in the depths of her psyche.
But now she sat up with an idea. Oho, she thought. She added Chinese century eggs to her last meal. She grinned. "Those will take some time to prepare."
 
The Chef shakes his head & goes out to the hen house with a shake of his hands.
How is he going to quickly make these suckers resemble Century-soaked eggs?
He has an idea and sends helper to O. Depot for Ink. She objects too, walked out leaving him
 
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She looked up at the ceiling, then looked down to the floor.

Leaking was water that looked like mud and it landed on her....
 
diamonds, now all soaked in mud, she screamed and decided to...
 


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