FermanMonteRae

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cheese

It must have been in 1969. Some members of our church came back from missionary work in Guatemala. They brought back some local cheese that smelled to high hell — worse than Limburger.

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Frustrated non-practicing artist
BS physics minor in math
I work in IT
Cancer survivor
Happily married for 30 some odd years

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