Location: The African Savanna Date: Fifty-Thousand Years Ago A group of prehistoric hunter-gatherers are seated around a fire, their bellies full with the bounty of a successful hunt. Gorg, the alpha-male, recounts proudly how he threw the sharpened flint-tipped spear at the running antelope, resulting in the animal's immediate death.
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Early last Saturday morning, Isabelle awoke with a breakfast craving for a couple of slices of raisin bread on which to slather some jam. She walked to her corner bakery and bought a loaf, still warm from the oven. The bread was delicious.