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It's not every dry cleaner that gives you one of these when you drop in to pick up your wife's posh frocks. "What is it?" asked a Member of Parliament on Twitter (I mean it). Clue: it was edible.
Posted at 09:19 PM in Anywhere Else Would Be Dull, Food and Drink | Permalink
Clapton, Hackney, London
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