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The Unsung Oral Pleasure

I was 7 so there wasn’t much I could do except rebel further by dragging it out and letting the carrots grow even colder. As usual, my defiance only made it worse for me. “You’ll sit at the table until you finish your carrots!” mother admonished. Lest you think, “You selfish brat! Carrots aren’t so …