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Our lives depend on staying home and doing nothing

Before we took a shine to girls, the young men in my village would pass the long, steamy summer afternoons by throwing dirt clods at one another. Or stones. Or bits of asphalt pried up from the single road that ran through our village. Come autumn, we would “chunk” — that’s country for “throw” — […]


Source: The Salisbury Independent

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