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Monday night Emily Spring came over for dinner. As she was head-tailing the green beans at the table and I was washing mushrooms in the sink, she said: "If you were Russian, what do you think you would be?"
"I am Russian if you go back far enough."
"No, I mean do you think you would be part of the intelligentsia or do you think you would work in a factory?"
"Uh, probably both."
Long pause. We resume our focus on the food. Then she pipes up:
"I bet we'd both learn to love pickle soup, though."

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