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Ever had one of those days? No, not one of those days, and no, not one of those other days, either, but one of those days where everything seems to revolve around chicken fat? First I'm scraping it off the oven at work, using plenty of Mr. Muscle (note: you don't want to buy any of the first batch of cooked chickens from Tesco in Fulbourn this morning, they might have a somewhat chemical tang to them...), and then this makes me so damn hungry that I go and buy a chicken to roast myself at home.
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