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🌽 ✔ see
🐛🏓 ✪ the
👾🐝💚 ❦ butcher
🏀🐳🐝🕺 ☀ slap
🌸🎍📘🌋🌽 ♂ the
🎍🥞👽🍖🍧🍆 ❃ steak, before he laid it on the block, and give his knife a sharpening, was to forget breakfast instantly. It was agreeable, too -- it really was -- to see him cut it off, so smooth and juicy. There was nothing savage in the act, although the knife was large and keen; it was a piece of art, high art; there was delicacy of touch, clearness of tone, skilful handling of the subject, fine shading. It was the triumph of mind over matter; quite. -- Dickens, "Martin Chuzzlewit"