I bought a tin of Wild Salmon the other day. This is a big event for me because I have a history with salmon. It makes me . . . well, to keep things clean . . . it makes me ill.
Why did I buy it? A whim. Years have gone by and I thought maybe, just maybe, I have changed. Or salmon has changed.
I was wrong.
We both remain the same.
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