Well fed and slightly tipsy, my date and I emerge from the restaurant’s air-conditioned confines and into the warm evening air. Lighting up a cigar I suggest we go for an after dinner stroll. Digesting red meat involves peristalsis. And as we walk past the fine shops and real estate agencies advertising homes costing a million bucks we find ourselves at the scene of a murder.
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Peristalsis?
Geez!
I had to read this article just to see how many other Google-It! words were used.
Well worth the read! Well written article about a small town I grew up near to. True to a "T" and quite disturbing.
Great link, Michael.
N.B.: No other Google-It! actions were required.
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