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A Native Lament

When we first saw Columbus struggling ashore, we were mildly amused. Later, more well marinated mariners brought with them garlic, olive oil and tomatoes, all of which we had no use for - the tomatoes gave us acid reflux. When they offered to feed us an ugly and bitter edible they called ‘broccoli,’ we knew that we had to make war upon them. No use! In the end, we were defeated; their garlic breath was too strong, their pizza pie way too delicious.

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Book: Shattered Sighs