Every Saturday morning, my family goes to the farmer's market on Bidwell Parkway. We usually get delicious yogurt from a wacko hipster farmer from East Otto, and all the zucchini we can fit under the B.O.B. It was recently totally freezing at 9 a.m., so we layered up and peed in our pants to stay warm. Wait, maybe that was just me...
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