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People of Seattle, let me call your attention to something important. Fall is well under way, winter is fast approaching, and most of you are walking around with some seriously dour expressions peeking out from underneath your knit hats. You need some cassoulet.

Why is it so urgent that you eat this hearty stew? Because the first bite is instantly soothing. You are mentally transported to a library with shelves of rich, lustrous mahogany. There is a colossal fire. The stew is impossibly smooth and decadent. You are sopping it up with crusty, chewy, yet oh-so-airy baguette. Three months of pissing rain, pre-happy-hour sunsets, and miserable cold ain't got shit on you. You feel as though you're harboring a Duraflame log in your innards. Your soul is not only warmed, it has become warmth…

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