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A coworker walked past my desk this afternoon and said, "Whatever you are eating smells good. It's making me hungry."
"Oh that's me you smell," I replied. I had just returned from spending two hours at a Lenten fish fry at a Catholic church for a newspaper assignment, and felt as if "I had been rolled in batter and dropped in the fryer."
So fish fry is the cologne I wore at the office today.
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