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“Sometimes you find a pig’s nipple,” he said, poking at the sowbelly. Rob guessed it would take forty-five minutes to cook. I didn’t feel like staring at pig meat simmering in its own grease on the off chance that a nipple might appear.
Confederates in the Attic: Dispatches from the Unfinished Civil War (Vintage Departures)
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