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Unformatted text preview: and olives, and pre-dinner drinks. The first bite of the turkey straight form the oven, and how my mom only lets me have the succulent piece. The yelling of my mom as she prepares us for the feast. The soft prayer that my grandmother insists on, and how most of us have already broken the cardinal rule....
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- Fall '08