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 Post subject: Kitchen
PostPosted: March 31st, 2014, 9:49 pm 
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Even at night, the room is bright and clean. The tabletops have several dishes of various confections and a few serving dishes of ices and sherbets that look ready to melt at any moment.

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 Post subject: Re: Kitchen
PostPosted: April 1st, 2014, 6:31 am 
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Upon entering the kitchen Reverend Green was immediately assaulted by temptation the size of a refrigerator. He successfully managed to bring himself back under religious restraint, but no sooner had he turned from the refrigerator that he found himself face to face with one of the sherbets on the counter.

Cold began to seep through the bowl and into his fingers as Reverend Green made his escape. Slightly irritated, the Reverend began muttering to himself again.
"Reminds me of when I was reading in the library -- why, it was just yesterday..."

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