Yesterday, when me and the new housemates had finished cleaning and tidying the new and old houses, one of them drove me to the supermarket.
She was going for beer; I only wanted a few essentials.
She stopped at a refrigerated section, pointed to it, and said, "You like strawberry, don't you?"
I didn't get what she meant.
Then she said, "Sorry, I meant
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