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We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

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A blacksmith who makes weapons for a small village is put in the position where he must defend himself and his fellow villagers.

I decide to take a break. I head over to the festival, and wow, it’s packed! I grab a falafel, and let me tell ya, it was the best I’ve ever had. Like, I could’ve kissed the chef! But then, I see this guy, right? He’s tryin’ to juggle fire. Fire! In the middle of a crowd! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set someone on fire!” But the crowd’s lovin’ it. I’m just standin’ there, half-eatin’ my falafel, half-worried someone’s gonna get roasted.

TABLE 1 Mean values for dietary iron intake in the United States! Male...