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The table is an altar. The table is sacred. When she placed her homemade glumpki on the table people loved it and said so but Queen Bee had to say, I like more meat in mine. But luckily one brother spoke up and said it's perfect this way. I love it. Then the other sister accused her of eating all the egg salad. Did you eat all this? Luckily three other people said I had some! So she made more. People have no idea about table manners but the true meaning is they are working out a hierarchy at the table.
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