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Here’s the thing - the yellow pear tomatoes, they might look perfect and waxen and light up the eye, but they taste like mushy crap.

I won’t grow them again.

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Here’s another:

if last year I had to be a fire-breathing she-wolf in order to get by,

this year I have to be a lioness, not the head-lioness either - a straggly, old one - back of the pride -

but go near my babies and

GRAAAAAAAWR.

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Here’s a third:

I ate cold macaroni so I wouldn’t wake anyone.

I should have heated it.

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A final one:

If this was a job, I would resign.