My friend IndianJones is a surprisingly adept chef. Despite questionable knife skills (he fears chopping his already small digits off), he can put together a solid meal. Heck, the kid can even bake a thing or two (he supplied our clique, a.k.a. the Lametourage, with homemade soda bread on St. Patty’s Day). But IndianJones’s recent …
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