How many plates can you eat, Grogu?

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How many plates can you eat, Grogu?
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I think bread is a super underrated invention. I am very grateful to the ancestors for bread. I bet it was a lot of work to figure it out and everything.
Everyone's always like, "The wheel! Masonry!" But what about fucking bread, you know? 15,000 years old and arguably better than ever.
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so the shortest day came, and the year died. and everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world came people singing, dancing, to drive the dark away. —Susan Cooper
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Sonnet 116
by William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his heighth be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.