I remember radishes in the garden on Chatsworth Drive. I'd pretend I was running a race but wasn't fast enough, so I went to a witchy woman who gave me a tiny radish, a medium radish, and a large radish. First I'd try the tiny radish, which would make me faster but not fast enough. Ditto the medium radish. But the large radish... when I ate that I ran like the wind and won the race.
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