Georgians love sunflower seeds.
I could write a post on this, but TLG colleague, Lauren, has already done it so well here.
My fantasy is of a murder mystery, where a savvy detective arrives upon the scene of the crime, looks everything over, then pronounces, "The killer is from Georgia." When all of her comrades look at her, with mouths open, brows raised, the detective, a woman of few words, points to the ground next to the body and says, "Sunflower seeds."
I could write a post on this, but TLG colleague, Lauren, has already done it so well here.
My fantasy is of a murder mystery, where a savvy detective arrives upon the scene of the crime, looks everything over, then pronounces, "The killer is from Georgia." When all of her comrades look at her, with mouths open, brows raised, the detective, a woman of few words, points to the ground next to the body and says, "Sunflower seeds."
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I would regularly find sunflower seeds in my shoes and my purse, even though I don't eat them.
This conjures up several interesting scenarios, all quite fun.
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