The house I grew up in was very Darwinesque. Our mom would chase us out, first thing in the morning, and lock the doors. She never thought for a minute that we had no water and no toilet, but I guess those things go hand in hand. We’d eat what we found in the woods. It was a real world survival of the fittest situation, but why did I always have to sample the berries first?
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