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Carlito, Arantxa,
I'm not so interested in Mario Batali. We need to set some kind of trap for him, like an egg custard at the end of a long winding dead-end road. However, Ms. Paltrow!, she may be more difficult to lure. I would like to paint a portrait of you reciting your paella recipe to Gweneth. Mostly her, and maybe a part of your shadow as it lay ac ... I digress.
I'm still saving my pasetas for the crossing of the charco. Now I just have to figure out exactly what is a "charco?" If I have to walk across a bed of charcoals to get somewhere (like heaven) then I'm out. My chances were never that good.
Maybe Arantxa can shed some light on this charco.
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Mike McCarty
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