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Now, I can't bring back Donna's Turbie Twist. She's fit to be tied.
I phoned my florist to brighten the day.
They're closed.
I called my florettes and got an arrangement of Broccoli Wokly.
Unfortunately -- and this makes me steam -- there is no "microwave in bag."
My luck, they leave out the prize.