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I go with knife, fork, plate and mug to receive my Xmas dinner. I’m thinking on the way will it be turkey, or beef. I sit at the table and it was beef. And then a funny thing happened, the meat started to slowly move. So with my fork I gently lift the offending item — to my surprise a number of grubs were transporting the meat! I complained. The meal was returned to me (presumably it had been washed).

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