I could make a martyrly claim to having been the victim of childhood enslavement when I report that I started regularly cooking with my mother at a hot stove when I was five. But the truth is I wanted to cook. Cooking meant being near food.
I love my mother dearly, but it wouldn't be suitable for me to live with her all the time.
Great wisdom is generous; petty wisdom is contentious. Great speech is impassioned, small speech cantankerous.
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