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The last two weeks I've gotten several units of lettuce and some broccoli and carrots and some other stuff from the Grey Bears bag. So this week I got tired of eating lettuce and broccoli and I went out to the farmers' market yesterday and got a head of cabbage and a head of cajuliflower and some garlic and a parsnip and a couple of quinces (they smell gorgeous, what can I do? I have to buy them once a year).
Guess what was in the Grey Bears bag this morning? Cauliflower and cabbage.
The distribution guy doesn't like me. I thought it was because he doesn't like my dog, but I am not sure. He doesn't do anything wrong -- he just doesn't like me. It's not a crime not to like someone, but it's disconcerting when you know that someone doesn't like you.
Guess what was in the Grey Bears bag this morning? Cauliflower and cabbage.
The distribution guy doesn't like me. I thought it was because he doesn't like my dog, but I am not sure. He doesn't do anything wrong -- he just doesn't like me. It's not a crime not to like someone, but it's disconcerting when you know that someone doesn't like you.
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