today i saw the onion farm. it was a cold november morn. the dogs and cows were tucked away into their stockings and the hens in their coops. the onions were ripe and pungent, expelling an odour so strong it could skin a kitten. suddenly, i saw it. it jumped out of the fourth row of the onions, which by now were all filled with glade plug-ins. as
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