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Fast Food Nation
On a recent trip to the UK I took the girls on a London bus. The Curly One, who must have been a bloodhound in a former life, suddenly wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Mummy,” she said, in her well-spoken foghorn: “someone is eating a steak hâché on here. Why doesn’t the driver tell them to stop...
Emily Commander