Pop:When I was growing up, one of my jobs was to cut off the heads of the chickens my mother prepared for dinner. The memory of those chickens flopping around without a head is not a memory I wish to preserve.
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ReplyDeleteWhen I was growing up, one of my jobs was to cut off the heads of the chickens my mother prepared for dinner. The memory of those chickens flopping around without a head is not a memory I wish to preserve.