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Today I received a care package from my mother. It consisted in its entirety of a block of red Leicester, a packet of Murray Mints and some Prince Edward Island Preserve’s raspberry and champagne jam, with a little note that informed me that if there wasn’t anything more to it that was my father’s fault. Thus I can only presume that my father ate the crackers and duck rillettes that would have bulked the package out.
Parents are peculiar things.