(Epi)curious enough to stop and smell the Roquefort
One of my favorite books when I was a kid was “James and the Giant Peach.” It wasn’t because Roald Dahl’s lyrical looniness made for an enjoyable read (although it did), and it wasn’t because I had some weird desire to immigrate to another country with a posse of disturbingly large British insects. Mostly it was the peach. I believe, in a qualified manner, that it would be “freaking awesome” to live in a peach. I don’t know how to say it any other way.
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