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I shouldn't be eating Italian kiwifruits, not at this time in my life.
'During the late 1800s, America coveted something that England was rich with, so much that we had to import it for ourselves: animal-shaped biscuits.'
It was only when I stopped screaming that I truly learned how to mutter.
A young boxer trains in my garden with a skipping rope made of piano wire. That's my lawn-care secret.