hmm

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Bob's fortune cookie:
"Alas! The onion you are eating is someone else's water lily."

I'm not sure what that might mean, exactly....

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Molly said…
Something that he doesn't like or appreciate is important to someone else. Like your love of shoes.....
November 3, 2010 at 12:29 PM
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