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“Gotta tell you, Mary-Anne, I am de-lighted that you’re coming with me on my Trans-Continental Adventure!” said Doris. “Though we’ll have to hop a new train soon, ‘cuz this one only goes as far as Newark.”
Mary-Anne said nothing, eyes steady on the passing scenery.
“Now,” said Doris, “let’s dig into this good ol’ can of beans!” She tore open the can and took a big bite, then promptly spit it out. “Eugh! Disgusting! Why’s it taste so bad?”
Doris looked at the label: DRIED COW PATTIES. “Aw, man! Why don’t I ever read these things before I eat ‘em?”