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A Week of Sausage: When My MotherinLaw Monitors Our ServingsThe sausage for the week or how my motherinlaw
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Eleanor sat at the kitchen table, eyes fixed on Mrs. Winifred Hargreaves as she sliced apples for a Victoria






