Soul Food

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It was in Arkansas, I was working with a fellow called Buster. I like Buster. He was a bit of a badass. He's the one who taught me that Soul Food is called that for a reason. Been out all night fighting the demons, or worse? Nothing will heal your soul as much as a dinner of good old soul food. For me it's gotta be a big plate of fried chicken, some greens, and mac and cheese. That'll fix you right up, friend. 

Buster's a good man. 

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