The barbecue’s rotisserie was assembled and soon a delicious aroma wafted from the meaty morsel skewered thereupon.
“Mommy, my guinea pig ran away. Little Suzy cried.
“No, “Mommy laughed heartily. “He’s barbecuing.”
Little Suzy cried!
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