Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream. — Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love
Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream. — Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love
Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream. — Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love
Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream. — Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love
Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream. — Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love
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Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.

— Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love
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