| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Then??? there was a knock on the door, I looked up and it was my husband, he had a piece of honey glazed ham in his hand, I tuned out all sounds examining the exquisite details of the glazed ham??? I barreled out of the closet and staggered up the staircase, I ran into the bedroom and locked the door and began to weep??? and it must have been for hours considering he is the last thing I remember.
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