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same neighbors who bring me a smoked turkey every year (done-up-right on their back patio deck, infusing the whole neighborhood with a mouth-watering smell!), bring me a case of oranges at Christmas. This picture shows what's left. Every morning when I wake up I squeeze, with reckless abandon, a big honkin' glass of fresh orange juice. It's such a treat at the holidays.
how refreshing! now, im craving some nice cold oj!
ReplyDeleteLet me know if the house on the other side of your neighbors is ever up for sale.
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