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I tried it once—don’t judge, I was bored. Matched this knight, all “m’lady” this, “m’lady” that. Met up, and he smelled like horse arse. Horse arse! I said, “I choose violence,” and tipped my goblet on his head. Felt good, real good. Surprised me how many losers think a blurry dick pic’s a love letter. “Where were you when I laid the first stone?” I mutter, starin’ at their rubbish. Makes me angry, all this desperation—where’s the dignity, eh?

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The effects of physiological and management factors on the milk composition of Rambouillet ewes under confined management at the Sheep Unit.

But then I saw this cute little café, Le Café de la Gare. I mean, who can resist a croissant, right? I ordered one, and it was heavenly. Flaky, buttery goodness. I was like, “Okay, maybe today ain’t so bad.” But then, I spilled my coffee all over my shirt. Classic me. I looked like a walking disaster.

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