My mom has cooked the turkey every year since I was born. Yes, I admit it: I have never put my hand into the nether regions of a big dead bird to pull out the innards.
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I don't care how many writers shed tears for the good old days before we were so connected, before life sped before our tapping fingers; Web, thee did save me.
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