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My birth year seems to have been full of scientific additions that mean absolutely nothing to me.
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But dragon fruit? I had a martini made from those once and it was lovely.
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Elevator music? Great, the next time Barry Manilow comes on at the mall everyone will blame me.
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Fetal position? I’m ashamed to say I have assumed that after a night of too many martinis…. and it was far from lovely.
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Hotdog? Now that I think about it my mother always called them frankfurters. Maybe she was a Rocky Horror Picture Show fan after all.
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And finally Japanese quail, which now that I think about it…. looks a little bit like me after a years worth of non stop Covid lockdown cooking and eating.
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