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They'll live.
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Somehow,
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Your readers will live.
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- Is it bland? - Not anymore.
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Thank you for telling me that.
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You almost let me feed Judith Jones bland boeuf bourguignon.
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This is a nightmare. I told everyone she was coming.
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They will survive.
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And when this year's over, and I cannot wait until it is,
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Your readers will somehow get on with their lives.
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- And I won't, is that what you're saying? - I don't know. I have no idea.
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I mean,