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I love TRQ, and I love women who simply do not give up. Its like a thing...innate I think. Some kind of odd DNA that just shows up now and then. It is a curse actually, because it would be so much easier to give up, surrender, get drunk and let it go. But we don't. whether by a deep seeded feeling others would laugh at us, or wolves would eat us, we keep going. Whether it is pioneers walking west, destroying snail habitats, or going to church every Sunday....we just don't give up. God Bless us all
Yes, team Seabird for me too. Lots of gross snails in CA. It was the worst stepping on them when playing outside - barefoot.
Growing up in Oregon, it was slugs for us. As kids we would take the salt shaker outside, sprinkle them and watch them shrivel. This now strikes me as cruel, but I guess it's mitigated by the fact they were eating my mom's plants.
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