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  • A Year that Was #flashfiction

    A Year that Was #flashfiction

    This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that takes place a year later. It can be any year. Explore the past year or another significant passing of time to a character. Go where the prompt leads!

    As usual, my thoughts turn to children and education. The one year later prompt made me think of the déjà vu situation that must occur when children are required to repeat a year at school.

    This is my response to Charli’s prompt. I hope you enjoy it. Below are the thoughts about repeating that led me here if you are interested.

    Bird School

    Dear Mr Emu,

    As Eddie performed below expectations on some tests, he must repeat next year.

    Dear Mrs Grimbald,

    Which tests did Eddie fail? I’ll bring him up to speed over the holidays.

    Dear Mr Emu,

    Eddie’s ground speed is unmatched. He failed lift-off.

    Mrs Grimbald,

    Inability to lift-off is inherited. No one in Eddie’s family ever lifted-off. Advance him.

    Dear Mr Emu,

    Parents shouldn’t discuss limitations lest they become self-fulfilling.

    Grimbald,

    Inability to lift-off does not limit Eddie any more than your inability to run limits you. Adjust your curriculum. Progress our Eddie.

    Principal Grimbald huffed. How impertinent.

    Thoughts about year level retention

    I have never been one to suggest that a child repeat a grade at school and always reluctant to agree if suggested to me. If schools really espoused what they profess about children being at the centre of a process that recognises individual development and personalises education, there’d be no such thing as repetition of a grade level. In fact, there’d be no grades and children would learn what they were interested in at their own pace.

    I saw a great poster recently (sadly, I didn’t keep it and can’t remember where) that said something like,

    We teach children at their own pace and then use standardised tests to assess their progress.

    It not only sounds crazy, it is crazy.

    With our current system of graded classrooms, there will always be children who don’t achieve what’s expected by the end of the year. Repeating them may seem like we are recognising they haven’t achieved it ‘yet’ and are giving them extra time to do so. However, in most cases I have seen, it does little to enhance academic achievement and causes more damage to self-esteem than it is worth. Often it results in reduced expectations for the child. Centring education on the child rather than other-imposed content is long overdue.

    As part of my studies of literacy acquisition and development, I worked with adults who had not yet learned to read — such a debilitating and often humiliating situation for them. These adults had low self-esteem, lacked confidence and little sense of self-worth. All claimed that they weren’t clever and apologised for not having done well in school. Each one admitted to having repeated a grade in school even though I hadn’t requested that information. I was saddened, not only that they were unable to read, but that they were still so weighed down by their repetition at school. I thought if school had failed anyone, it had failed them.

    I saw the same thing in my role as a literacy support teacher for those not making the expected progress in primary school. Most of those requiring support in the upper year levels had already repeated a year of school. When asked what year they were in they would say something like, “I’m in year five. I should be in year six, but I got kept down in year two.” How sad that they had been crushed so early in life. I tried to reassure them that there was no need to explain or apologise. I felt if anyone should be apologising, it should be the system.

    While these are my perceptions formed from my own experiences, research supports my thinking. I read only one paper, that by Brenda S. Tweed of East Tennessee State University, that appeared to show positive results of repeating. However, even in that paper, the importance of maintaining a repeating student’s self-esteem is recognised.

    This paper, published by Frontiers in Psyschology, recognises grade retention as a more contentious issue and concludes, as do I, that it has a more lasting negative impact.

    Similarly, an article published on Healthy Children.org responds to the question ‘Should my Child Repeat a Grade?’ with ‘Ideally, no. Repeating a grade―also known as “grade retention” ―has not been shown to help children learn. Children won’t outgrow learning and attention issues by repeating a grade. In fact, repeating a grade may contribute to long-term issues with low self-esteem, as well as emotional or social difficulties.’

    In the paper To Repeat or Not to Repeat?, Dr Helen McGrath of Deakin University in Melbourne summarises the conclusions from research into repeating this way:

    • Repeating does not improve academic outcomes

    • Repeating contributes to poor mental health outcomes

    • Repeating leads to poor long term social outcomes

    • Repeating contributes to a negative attitude to school and learning

    • Repeating results in students dropping out of school

    • Repeating decreases the likelihood that a student will participate in post-secondary schooling

    • Repeated students demonstrate higher rates of behavioural problems

    • There is no advantage to students in delaying school entry for a year in order to increase ‘school readiness’

    • There are huge costs associated with students repeating a year of schooling.

    • Some students are more likely to be recommended to repeat than others

    Similar findings are also reported by the Victorian Department of Education, Australia.

    It seems that most of the research supports conclusions I drew from my observations. I’m sure you will all have your own opinions. Some of you may have repeated a class at school or have a child who has repeated or was recommended to repeat. I’d love to know what you think. As an educator, I couldn’t help sharing these thoughts and ideas that led to my flash fiction response to Charli’s prompt. I hope it now makes sense.

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  • Deep Wishes #Flashfiction

    Deep Wishes #Flashfiction

    This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep wishes. Where is the deep — in the sky, the ground, or outer space? What kind of wishes reside there for whom and why? Go where the prompt leads!

    I don’t quite know how deep wishes got me to the marshmallow test which I previously wrote about here, but that’s where I landed. Maybe I was yearning for something sweet.

    In the marshmallow test, children were left alone in a room with one enticing marshmallow on a plate in front of them. They were promised a second marshmallow if they didn’t eat the first before the examiner returned. The ways in which different children responded to the task were interesting and used for research into emotional intelligence and later success in life.

    I had more altruistic goals in mind for the boy in my story, but in the end, he was more concerned with the present moment than life’s bigger issues. Children (and stories) don’t always turn out as you expect. I hope you enjoy it.

    Something Else

    His eyes were as round as the cookie. He shuffled on his seat. His fingers twitched. They slow-walked to the plate and he quickly drew them back. His head bent low over the cookie. He inhaled. Deep. Long. No rule against that. He checked for dislodged crumbs. None. He sighed. The door handle rattled. He sat upright, shoved his hands beneath his buttocks and looked at the ceiling.

    “You resisted,” said the examiner.

    He nodded.

    “Not even a crumb?’

    He shook his head.

    “Then you may have two cookies.”

    “May I have something else, please? I don’t like chocolate.”

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  • The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

    The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

    Are you ready to ride in the Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic? The contest, with a $100 prize, is now live. Pop over to the Carrot Ranch for details.

  • Coming soon to the #Carrot Ranch: The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

    Coming soon to the #Carrot Ranch: The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

    Sue Vincent is one of those special bloggers that inspires people all over the world. Readers have long been galvanized by her posts about mythology, about ancient ruins and medieval churches, and her daily #midnighthaiku. Even more have participated in and grown as a result of her #writephoto prompts. In addition to posting her prompts, Sue has tirelessly supported other bloggers by sharing others’ responses to her 19,000 and counting followers.

    Recently, Sue has been faced with a new and difficult challenge: lung cancer. You can follow her blog to find out more directly from her. The Covid pandemic has served not only to pose a specific threat to a person with a severe respiratory illness, but it has caused loss of human connection through self-imposed quarantine.

    Now it’s time for Sue to receive something back from the community she’s been a cornerstone of for a decade. Let’s bring the Rodeo into Sue’s house through her computer, and let’s come together with hearts full of joy. Join us for the Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic at the Carrot Ranch – a contest, parade, and celebration all in one!

    There are many ways to participate. One is to visit the prompt image, “Hidden”, at the Carrot Ranch. The prompt image and entry form will go live on Monday, February 1st, 2021. Enter a flash or a poem by Friday, February 19th, 2021, and you could win either $100 or a copy of one of Sue’s books. The form will allow you to give a small donation for Sue and her family, and a link can be found on the contest page. The winning entries will be announced at the Carrot Ranch on March 22nd, 2021.

    If you’re not ready to rodeo, there’s always the “Parade”. Reblog one of Sue’s posts from any of her sites (Daily Echo or France and Vincent) with a comment about why you found it special. Follow her blogs. Read one of her books, then leave reviews where you can. Several people are already gearing up for the parade – so feel free to check out other people’s blogs for suggestions.

    Also, go ahead and reblog, tweet, Facebook, or somehow otherwise share the contest! 99 word literary art is a fantastic way to celebrate a blogging hero and very deserving person.

    Saddle up, everyone! It’s time for a Carrot Ranch Rodeo like none ever held before. The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic begins on Monday, February 1st, and it’ll be a TUFF prompt to fit within 99 words. 

    I hope to see you at the Ranch, buckaroos!

  • With a Little Help from My Friends #flashfiction

    With a Little Help from My Friends #flashfiction

    The focus of my life has always been on children’s learning and development, whether at home as a parent or in the classroom as a teacher. I believe in the importance of play, curiosity and fun.

    Now that my own children are grown and I am no longer in the classroom, my focus remains on children as I prepare lessons that focus on learning and support teachers teaching for my website readilearn and write stories in the hope they will be published in the future as picture books.

    In the meantime, I enjoy writing 99 words in response to the weekly flash fiction prompts at the Carrot Ranch. Not always, but often, my stories reflect my focus on children as they play, develop and learn.

    Last week, when writers were challenged by Charli Mills to write about dressing up, I combined it with a playful ‘dare’ from D. Avery at Shift and Shake that she would do anything I would. In response, I had D. and me dressing up appropriately to ride a zipline from the US to Australia, just like a couple of preschoolers dressing up and having fun in their imaginations.

    This week Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that rephrases “light at the end of the tunnel.” Think of how the cliche replacement communicates a hopeful ending and aligns with your character or story. Go where the prompt leads!

    I thought this prompt provided the perfect opportunity for a sequel to Norah and D.’s zipline story, especially as Charli said she’d like to come too. For that to happen, they had to go back and accompany her. (Please think of them as children in the playground, just coincidentally with names of writers you know.) Some suggested the zipline would be too dangerous for children, but it couldn’t be used to return north because ziplines work with gravity. (That’s a down under joke.)

    I hope you enjoy this sequel and see its underlying message about the importance of the support and encouragement we receive from friends.

    With a Little Help from My Friends

    “Whatcha doing?”

    “Digging.”

    “Can I help?”

    “Sure.”

    The two girls dug side by side. Then D. broke the silence, “What’re we digging?”

    “A tunnel.”

    “Why?”

    “Charli wants to come down too. We can’t use the zipline anymore. Anyways, going through a tunnel’s quicker’n going round.”

    “Looks jes like a hole to me.”

    “Tunnels always start as holes.”

    They continued digging. The pile of dirt grew higher as the hole got deeper.

    “Look. We can stand in it now,” said Norah.

    “How will we know when we get there?”

    “Easy. Charli’s waiting, holding a light to show us the way.”

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  • Riding the Zipline Down Under #flashfiction

    Riding the Zipline Down Under #flashfiction

    I’m not known for being adventurous. I don’t like heights or enclosed spaces or cars that speed. I’m not sure where my fears originated but they generally don’t bother me too much as they have little effect on my everyday life. I don’t have to clean windows on high-rise buildings, and I don’t operate the lifts inside them. I generally take the stairs if going only one or two floors, always checking the door will open again before closing it behind me. I can manage travelling in a lift, especially if there are few other occupants and it goes directly to my floor, but I am always relieved when it arrives and the doors open to release me.

    I have never and will never ride a roller coaster or bungy jump; and haven’t as yet and probably won’t, travel on one of those ‘Eyes of’ the world. I don’t feel I am missing out by not doing most of these things. I think life is exciting enough without them.

    That’s not to say I haven’t ever done anything I found terrifying. When I visited the Great Wall of China outside Beijing, I had to take a chairlift up to the top. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweaty, but I did it. Then I had to take a flume ride down to the bottom. If pressured, I might say it was even a little bit fun, but I wouldn’t choose to do it again, unless I had no choice as in this instance.

    Probably the one thing I think I would love to do, if I was brave enough, is hot air ballooning. I think the sensation of floating up there in the air, looking down on the world, would be amazing. But it could also be terrifying. If I could get on without being overcome by anxiety and knew I could come down when I wanted, I’d probably do it; but I think that’s for another life.

    Surprisingly, perhaps, I love being in a plane and looking down at the earth below. One would think a fear of heights and claustrophobia would prevent this. I can’t explain why it doesn’t. I love the moment of lift off, of being taken up into the air. I always thought it would be great to be a bird flying above the earth, looking down. It is a beautiful view. Perhaps that’s why Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach is one of my favourite books.

    Anyway, because of my reluctance to do some of these adventurous things like jump out of a plane, go zorbing or ride a zipline, people close to me often joke that they will do them if I will, knowing full well that I won’t, and they won’t have to admit their own reluctance.

    So, I was amused this week by a conversation with friend and fellow writer D. Avery on her post Zip: SixSentenceStory. (Please pop over to read it.)

    In D.’s story, her young character Marlie made a zipline from the top of the fort for her doll. I was picturing a playground flying fox which I think I would have enjoyed as a child, had they been invented then, and commented that ziplines are fun. (My grandchildren love flying foxes.) D. replied, ‘… let’s agree to disagree on the fun-ness of zip lines. Tell you what, Buddy, you go first.’ Well, that sounded like a challenge to me and I told her that we could maybe go together in a next life or in a story. And so, the story was born, with a little help from Charli Mills.

    At the Carrot Ranch this week, Charli challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about dressing up. It can be a child or another character. Be playful or go where the prompt leads!

    Perhaps it is a stretch to go from dressing up to a zipline, but we’d have to dress differently from our everyday, wear a harness, and harness a persona we wouldn’t normally wear, so I hope the stretch isn’t too far. After all, it is pure play through story and from USA to Australia is only halfway around the world. Charli always says to go where the prompt leads …

    I hope you (especially you, D.) enjoy it.

    Riding the Zipline Down Under

    Many hid behind Norah’s fear of heights, speed and enclosed spaces. “I’ll do anything Norah does,” they’d boast, feigning bravery. D. said she’d ride the zipline from its start, high up in the US, all the way Down Under, if Norah did.

    Dressed for warmth and to prevent chafing, they adjusted their harnesses. “You first,” said D., still not believing Norah would do it.

    “Whee! I’m flying; flying without wings,” sang Norah, zooming across the landscape.

    “I’m dying,” screamed D., squeezing her eyes shut.

    “We’re here,” said Norah. “Welcome to Australia.”

    “That was amazing,” said D. “I did it!”

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  • A Butterfly Promise #flashfiction

    A Butterfly Promise #flashfiction

    This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the contrasting prompts butterfly and stones. The two can be used in any way in your story. Go where the prompt leads!

    Charli is a collector of stones and I love butterflies. I don’t collect them, but I welcome them into my garden, and one of my favourite things of the year while teaching was having a butterfly house in the classroom.

    We would acquire some butterfly eggs or just-hatched caterpillars, watch them grow and pupate, wait while they metamorphosed, and gaze in wonder as they emerged and prepared for flight.

    The children and I enjoyed the experience so much, I gave my granddaughter a butterfly house for her birthday one year and re-filled it for her on successive years. It was enjoyed by all the family.

    I have written about our classroom butterfly experience many times, both here and at readilearn where minibeasts (including butterflies) are star attractions. Some of those posts include:

    I Spy Butterflies

    Classroom Minibeasts

    Who’s on the Move? (includes FF but not butterfly-related)

    Bug Me, Please (includes FF but not butterfly-related)

    Learning about minibeasts at home or at school

    I have also written other butterfly-themed flash fiction in response to Charli’s previous prompts, including:

    First Flight

    Once upon a time … the power of story

    Which brings me to this week’s story linking butterflies and stones. I hope you enjoy it.

    A Butterfly Promise

    Jack scrambled over the rocks to their favourite place for discussing the wonders of the universe and the meaning of life. And death. He took Grandma’s special stone from his pocket, turned it this way and that in the sunlight, and admired its iridescence. ‘Like butterfly wings. Like life.’ Grandma said she’d come back as a butterfly, if she could.

    ‘You shouldn’t have left me, Grandma!’ Jack didn’t try to stop his tears. He blinked when a beautiful butterfly alighted on the stone, tickled his nose and circled his head before fluttering away. ‘Grandma!’ called Jack. ‘You came back!’

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  • The Princess wore Stilettos.

    The Princess wore Stilettos.

    This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features stilettos. Who will wear them and why? Go where the prompt leads!

    Carrot Ranch flash fiction prompt Stilettos

    Here is my response. I hope you enjoy it.

    The Princess wore Stilettos

    The princess clattered around in stilettos and beads, giving orders and making demands. Servants attempted to fulfill her requirements, but nothing was ever quite right.

    “Do this.”

    “Don’t do that.”

    “No!”

    “Now!”

    “Not now!”

    Should they dare bring her juice in the wrong cup, she’d bat it away, “Not that cup. My special cup.”

    They would quickly consult, but no one knew what was deemed special for this occasion.

    As she grew more unbearable and uncompromising, the suggestion that she retire to her chambers triggered more hostility.

    When she finally surrendered to sleep, crumpled on the floor, peace reigned.

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  • In Your Dreams #flashfiction

    In Your Dreams #flashfiction

    This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something a character never dreamed would happen. The situation can be fortuitous, funny, or disappointing. Go where the prompt leads!

    When I began my blogging journey in 2013, I never dreamed that I would:

    • continue writing two or more posts a week for more than seven years
    • participate in weekly flash fiction prompts at the Carrot Ranch year after year
    • meet so many fascinating people from nearly every continent with varied backgrounds and interests
    • make so many wonderful friends in the blogosphere whose encouragement and support is constant (thank you)
    • become addicted to the conversations that occur on my blog and theirs
    • enter into a rodeo contest, a writing one at that, and receive honourable mentions for my efforts.

    (99 words)

    The 2020 rodeo is over now, the winners have been announced and prizes been distributed. All submissions (except for the TUFF contest) and winning entries for all contests are available to read at the Carrot Ranch on the Rodeo Contests page.

    Scroll below my response to this week’s prompt for my rodeo submissions.

    Dreams Fulfilled

    She dreamed she could control the weather, but never believed she could. Until she did.

    She wished it would rain.

     ‘It always rains in spring,’ they scoffed.

    ‘From a blue sky?’

    ‘Sometimes,’ they said.

    She wished the rain would stop.

    ‘Showers never last long,’ they said.

    ‘I love rain,’ another said. ‘Can you make it rain forever?’

    She wished.

    Rain fell, first gently, then in torrents. It rained for months, overfilling rivers and washing villages away.

    They begged her to make it stop.

    ‘I can’t,’ she said. ‘I must have dreamed three wishes. I never dreamed this would happen.’

    My participation in the 2020 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Rodeo

    I write and rodeo

    I entered three of the weekly challenges and was a judge in the fourth. I also entered the TUFF contest that was held over four weeks.

    Here is a brief description of each contest and my entry. I hope you enjoy them.

    #1 Folk Tales and Fables — Kerry E.B. Black asked participants to write an original folk tale or fable with a western feel in 99 words.

    My entry (earned an honourable mention):

    Snow White and the Seven Gunslingers

    The huntsman made the all-too-common mistake of revealing everything before enacting the deed. Snow White kicked him in the shins and escaped into the forest.

    Exhausted, she chanced upon a cottage. It appeared abandoned so she went inside and soon fell asleep on one of the seven beds. She was startled awake by a septet of menacing heavily-armed gunslingers.

    When she explained her predicament, the gunslingers were outraged. “He’s a bad one, and she’s the worst. Stay here. We’re onto it.”

    She heard them say as they rode out of sight, “Hi Ho! We’ve got a job to do.”

    #2 Double Ennead Syllabic Poetry — Colleen M. Chesebro asked participants to write in a new 99-syllable poetic form she created for Carrot Ranch.

    My entry:

    Pain — Inside and Out

    Hoofs pound across the roof

    Hunting a way in

    The pillow muffles but still they thump so loud

    Relentless drenching rains

    Over all around

    Hoofs pound inside my head

    Brutal throbbing pains

    Lightning lasers pierce my eyes I cry dry tears

    The torture does not cease

    Blinding like a rage

    Hoofs pound inside my chest

    Warning it will burst

    While my clammy skin pours sweat in waterfalls

    Pain grips my heart and shreds

    What remains of me

    #3 Git Along and Start Writin’ — Marsha Ingrao asked participants to write a 3-act story based on a western song in 99 words.

    I was a judge, hence no entry.

    #4 Wanted Alive — Sam “Goldie” Kirk asked participants to write a 99 word story in response to a wanted poster and the words ‘Reach for it, mister!’

    My entry (earned an honourable mention):

    Squirreled Candy

    “Reach for it, mister, and you’re dead!”

    Henry meant it. He hadn’t squirreled his penny candy away to let others help themselves to it. Every night, more disappeared. He’d wanted to catch the culprits alive and receive restitution, but they’d become too greedy.

    His wanted posters hadn’t helped. A stake-out was the only way.

    Night after night he tried to stay awake, but every night he failed and every morning, more candy had disappeared … until now.

    The startled intruder dropped the candy jar and disappeared into the darkness.

    “I’ll get you next time!” Henry fired after the squirrel.

    4-week TUFF Love contest —  Carrot Ranch’s lead buckaroo Charli Mills asked participants to revise an original western romance through a 99-59-9-99 word process with each step requiring a different craft twist. Since the contest required all parts to be submitted, only the winning entry is published on the site.

    My entry:

    Spaghetti Western

    TUFF Part 1: Original 99-word draft

    Fortune teller said love’d arrive on a stage coach, but she’d given up waitin’, watchin’ and hopin’ years ago. The only thing ever arrived was trouble, and most of them in a skirt. She’d done alright for herself, runnin’ the only eatin’ house in town, servin’ up meals to ‘spectable folks, not them gunslingers and their sportin’ women types. She’d only had trouble once – addin’ a new dish to the menu and servin’ it up unannounced-like. Customers weren’t none too pleased when she served ‘em worms. “’tain’t worms,” she said. “It’s spaghetti. We’re in a spaghetti western, ain’t we?”

    TUFF Part 2: 59-word Story with Original POV

    Always independent that one, tough inside an’ out. Never needed no man, she said. No man ever good enough, as like. Spent her time ‘sperimentin’ and servin’ up grub in her eatin’ house. Never liked no trouble. One night trouble found ‘er. She served up some Eyetalian dish — spaghetti. Everyone spat it out, thought she was feedin’ ‘em worms.

    TUFF Part 2: 59-word Story with Different POV

    The fortune teller said love would arrive on a stage coach. I watched every coach for ten years. Not one eligible candidate stepped down — only gunslingers and floosies. Then one day, this elegant gentleman arrived. I thought I’d impress him with a new Italian recipe. He spat it everywhere. ‘Worms,’ he said. Like he’d never heard of spaghetti westerns.

    TUFF Part 3: Three 9-word Taglines for Your Story

    1. Stage coach fails to deliver fortune’s promise of love.
    2. Serving meals no substitute for a helping of love.
    3. Italian spaghetti rejected. Spray deems it unsuitable for westerners.

    TUFF Part 4: Final Revised 99-word Story with Prop

    “I see love,” the fortune teller crooned, “arriving on a stage coach.”

    She cut words from a travel brochure and pasted them above the door: “Amore. Prendere per la gola”. For years she waited, but no eligible men arrived — only gunslingers and floosies.

    One day, an elegant gentleman with an exquisite companion stepped from the coach. Hearing they were siblings, she hoped an exotic dish might impress. Unfortunately, he accused her of serving worms. However, she was besotted. As they held each other close, she sighed, “I never expected to find love in a spaghetti western dish like you.”

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