Last night I had dinner at Katie’s hose. My job was to seed the pomegrantates.
Tp seed a pomegranteat, you pyt it in a bowl of water and break it oen gently with your thumbs, then scrape the seeds out. The seeds go to the bottom and the rest, thwe pomehrante body, gloats to the top.
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I don’;t know what’s happening to my fingers here. I have eleected to leave inb all thes tupos which are no eing done on purpose and are sort of interesting. To me. I have not been drinking. Am I having a fit of some kind or what’s going on?
My hands say on the keyboard while my fingers gloat to the top.