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I skidded to a stop at the kitchen island where a blackened ham sat in my mom's heirloom roasting pan-which had also turned crusty-black inside. For thirteen months, my true feelings about Jolie and Dirk had simmered just under the surface.
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"When you sweat like this, honey, your skin just glistens.
We'll have none of that.