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... a cold thicket... "Sigmund Freud"... Luneburg Heath... the assembly of the 0001... I'm sifting the flour and salt... I'm frying them here... a little volcano in the flour here, and breaking these eggs into it... roll the dough... "GAAHHHH!" screams the kid, in absolute terror- "kreplach!"

 

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