Ah, thinking of Jamie brings back memories of Jamie. I remember fondly the time that I ate some spaghetti with her. I would look over at her face, and see her mouth grandly work its way open, and fill the illustrious space inside with a grandious fork-full of those tender juicy noodles. Her nostrils would wax and wain in glorious harmony and she
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