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Stef is ensconced on the sofa with a killer migraine. It's bad enough that she's wearing a hat pulled down over her eyes, and is having trouble even standing up.

Fucking hormone pills are more trouble than they're worth.

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Belly is happy.

I just had pretty much the best pork ribs EVER. Didn't even have to use the knife, the meat was literally just falling off the bones. OH MY GOD SO GOOD.