Personal note from the blog-master. (What? There is a ward calling entitled, "blog master?")
I know I said I'd crop it, but I just love it how it is. (If you hate it that much tell me. I'll delete it.)
The yummy smell of pancakes wafted through the air. Gourmets from all corners of the Stake gathered at the Tuscola building to enjoy the epicurean delights of sausage, fruit, flapjacks, syrup, and juice.
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