grandparents would give
us a warm welcome, and
while the adults drank a
picon bière, the traditional
Alsatian aperitif, we
children would run off to
play on the farm. First we
would go and visit all of the
rabbits in their cages,
never bothered by the fact
that these very rabbits
would at some point end
up on our plates as lapin à
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(Chris Devlin)
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