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Mulling spices for the hot wine.
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This is Kitty's first year without Robert,
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and we have to keep her good and mulled.
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What?
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Oh. All right.
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Listen, can--can you wrangle me up a goose?
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A great big one. Yeah.
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Okay, good. Well, then call me back.
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You forgot to worry about Justin.
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No, I didn't. I made him a big batch of ginger--
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My gingerbread people.
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I incinerated them.