I understand the pastoral allure of sheep farming in GB now, after having eating fresh strawberry ice cream from a bedraggled local strawberry farm and watched my friend Ellie trot through pastures of sheep trying to pet one. England does the rustic pastoral thing well, still, with old men in flannels and wellington boots traipsing the country lanes, and communal fields where everyone can pasture their horses to roam.
Additionally, while I am not prone to spurts of outright national pride (as I am naturally reticent to show too much enthusiasm or allegiance to anything someone else may already be enthusiastic about) I would like to proclaim the superiority of American plumbing. It just is better, and all around more efficient, practical, and dependable. Thank your lucky facilities.
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