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arethinn: Awww. I'm never baking pumpkin pie again.
enotsola: That's a silly thing to say.
arethinn: [points to this pie]
enotsola: What about it?
arethinn: How could any pie I make ever be that perfect?
enotsola: How do you know? Maybe it tastes like poop! Lick your monitor and tell me what it tastes like.
arethinn: ...hopefully not like poop. What have you been doing while I'm at work?
enotsola: I bet any pie you make would taste better than your monitor.