At your wedding we ate whole lambs roasted on spits around the fire, the dish this city is proudest of, and I ate until I couldn't speak.
Rabia baji, our room is still divided down the middle.
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At your wedding we ate whole lambs roasted on spits around the fire, the dish this city is proudest of, and I ate until I couldn't speak.
Rabia baji, our room is still divided down the middle.
O resto desta carta está lacrado.