Freedom

Fish tacos, fish omelets, pan fried fish, fish sandwiches, fish steaks, fish chowder, fish sushi, fish pasta, fish salad... i did my best to keep the menu diverse.

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Chapter 1 - Tuesday

Scallop salad, clam chowder, oysters with lemon wedges... and maybe the brandy crêpes for dessert." serath poked his tongue out in disgust.

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Sox, Sax, and Sex

“i was afraid there wouldn't be anything to eat in boston except lobster and clam chowder." “i know how much you hate fishy stuff," said tracy. “i certainly wouldn't make you eat any on your birthday."

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The Leaves of Fall Act 2: Fear the Nobodies (Part 17)

He’s got a well fitted fedora (lel) covering his face, leaving only his cheeky smile visible \>if you had to guess, you’d say this guy looks like a gangster of some sort — an old timey mobster who speaks with a boston accent as thick as clam chowder \

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The Deep End

They leaned in a little closer to listen to barbara describe her favourite seafood chowder recipe, but even then none of them heard the ensuing gurgles as the digestive process took hold of kayla somewhere deep inside the great sea creature's body.

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The Beastridden :Part 6

Jonas had a whipped clam chowder that he ate with crackers made of seaweed meal, and cajo had a warm plate of soft and tender deer jerky, generously dressed with a sauce made for various meats.

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Rules of Engagement. Chapter One.

His length pumped, pulsing with wave after wave of his puppy chowder. overflowing the man's mouth quickly and spilling out over his chin and cheeks. it gushed like a broken dam finally breaking under the pressure and stress of the release.

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Cul-de-Sac (By Avoozl)

She had a stream of something wet running down from the corner of her mouth--some kind of chowder--and she was adorned in a loose, frayed shawl, each knitted hole stretched open, over an abba t-shirt and a low skirt.

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Elfen Plague: Chapter 3

He feels like he's floating in a pot of clam chowder. he feels more little swimming things flooding inside. like a swarm of goldfish invading his "home". he feels the ceiling slam down, as if a battering ram was being banged against it.

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Happily Married

His stomach repeatedly lurched as he fought back endless gags and swallowed the gas in his mouth that went down like thick, hot poop chowder!

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[TravisBuchanan] Draconic Damnation, Chapter 1

The waiter sergal smiled at him -- _god_that was a handsome smile, and he wanted so badly to fuck it -- and left after placing a bowl of seafood chowder onto the table. teryx let out a sigh of relief, leaning back into his chair.

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His friend, "Rath" - Chapter 1

And that is where i leave it, for how else could i rationally explain the hilarity of someone ordering clam chowder with a strong green tea?

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