After a hard crash on the couch, I went on a surgical strike for pie and ended up with pie and Newtons, because the latter were on sale, so now I have pie and tiny pie.
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After a hard crash on the couch, I went on a surgical strike for pie and ended up with pie and Newtons, because the latter were on sale, so now I have pie and tiny pie.