I sit down in the hole-in-the-wall pizza joint. "Oho! Traditional Italian flatbreads!" I exclaim, biting into a paper napkin. My server opens his mouth, but he makes eye contact and recognizes that I'm having a Ratatouille moment
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wow! this lesbian can pierce space and time!
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