The rice was nicely ricing way in the rice cooker
I chopped the chicken up it screamed in terroir and plain I put it on the frying pan
The blood start to boll in vine
The orange sorres sissles away at the sound of the chicken cooking away for help.
I went to the fridge, it was a mass that would not get out in a phase in a day
As the plate came out the chackin start to say oh cluckers
When the nanbreads came the nans started lick the mouths
Once it was all in the mouth everyone went without a doubt they loved it.
The chicken went well cluckers
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