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Go forth and multiply, he said.
So that's what we did. We went forth. And multiplied. And multiplied. And when we were done multiplying, we multiplied some more.
"Now I can really sink my teeth into this," said the old blind man.
"Into what?" she asked.
"This here bone. See how the marrow is nice and pink and tender?"
"No."
"Well, look closer, honey."
She did. It was only then that she noticed the ugly glass eye the homeless man sported.