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Monday, September 13, 2004
Chronicles of a Danish Bacon Maker, volume 23:
Woke up this morning to the smell of sausages frying. Sausages!! I ran downstairs and Ilge was cooking up a batch of Bratwurst. Those damn Germans! I'm beginning to think that Ilge is cheating on me with Hans Wessermann from down the road. My old children won't look at me. All I have is my bacon, my lovely bacon...
Woke up this morning to the smell of sausages frying. Sausages!! I ran downstairs and Ilge was cooking up a batch of Bratwurst. Those damn Germans! I'm beginning to think that Ilge is cheating on me with Hans Wessermann from down the road. My old children won't look at me. All I have is my bacon, my lovely bacon...
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