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Is there anything more unsatisfying that tomato soup. My Dad who wasn't a soup fan nor am I when Mom made said well kids thats not gonna stick to our ribs. The he would turn to Mom and say Bet (Betty) is the saltine jar stocked and do we have peanut butter. Later in the evening he would come up from his workshop and watch Johnny Carson jar of crackers and peanut butter by his side.
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