When Mama and Da went to someplace called Wash – ing – town to see somebody called the Prezeedent, they had me and Niamh hang out with Uncle Paris and Aunt Cara, you know, just so we could keep an eye on them. They put me in charge and told me to watch out for my sister and show P and C the ropes.
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I like how you've got his meal so beautifully arranged with dipping sauces on the left and a neat semi-circle. Very aesthetically pleasing.
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