This field of buttercups made me pull over with total disregard for the groceries I had in the trunk.
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The body of B Franklin, printer, like the cover of an old book, its contents worn out and stript of its lettering and guilding lies here, food for worms but the work shall not be lost for it will, as he believes, appear once more in a new and more elegant edition, corrected and improved by the author. Franklin’s epitaph written by himself 8–31–1776
— Benjamin FranklinThe Cat Cam
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