A sack of onions, a block of cheese, and no bowls in the kitchen. She slumps on the floor et elle pleure les larmes salées.
French Onion Soup
July 13th, 2010 · No Comments
Tags: food
A sack of onions, a block of cheese, and no bowls in the kitchen. She slumps on the floor et elle pleure les larmes salées.
Tags: food
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