Tom's nephew, Chuck, grows a mean tomato. He must have a hundred tomato plants in his back yard, and as they start to ripen, he has tomatoes coming at him from all directions. And the only person who likes tomatoes more than Chuck, is Tom. So, every couple of days, Chuck's dear wife, Jacquie, drops a little present in the hedge outside our patio window on her way to work. Pass the salt, please.
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