บท 107: Chapter 107: Let Me Taste That Pineapple / If Rice Becomes Polished, Somebody Pounded It, Part 7

Once the Rosenbaum sisters finally bury the hatchet, and the nurse who placated them leaves the scene satisfied, the cloudy skies finally part, revealing rays of sunshine.

Happy at this development, they hop into their car and go back to their one and only farm, their one and only home.

The last obstacle is already crossed, and the sisters' quick absolution now paves the way to the hunky mechanic finally making his choice.

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I am Emmett Pastrami, and as I am recovering myself from the condition I willingly brought myself into, I've finally decided.

But first, I must tell what I am so far.