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Lunchtime. Chez moi.



Verbose Auntie: You guys eat so well over here. There is always such great food on the table.



Mama: Yeah, we've got a nice little arrangement going on. Dad cooks, I wash up, and she (gesturing with her fork to me) eats.

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