I once got into a heated debate with my friend Harriet about how chilly it was in Antarctica. I didn’t want to concede so I had to keep pouring over my research. In one of my books there was a tab–”ask around”–it read. So I stopped by the zoo and chatted with some penguins. But my friend got word and listened in to our conversation: she was a spy, see.
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