This morning I was helping cook a very delicious lunch with Liz, Tory, Katy and Margo, who are the other PCTs (Peace Corps Trainees) in the town where we've been training during PST (Pre-Service Training). My friend, that is, my fellow PCT, handed me peeled garlic. I placed a piece of garlic on the plate. I put the knife on top of the garlic, parallel with the table. Next I wanted to crush the garlic under the knife. I slammed my fist down on the side of the knife, and that piece of garlic flew out the window.
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