We made sure to drizzle a little water from the great Chesapeake area (if that's where we were - the whole area baffles me when without a map, like burrows of New York and how New Jersey isn't where I expect it or how Iran is on the opposite side of Iraq in my mind, etc) on the unborn loaf in the Bride's belly. This is at Colonial Beach, VA.
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Burrows? Jesus Christ, do you have Watership Down on the brain?
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