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Ah, those red tractors! Reminds me of my old jeep — the steering would shake like a dog after a bath. But for lassi after, I'd fight with any cousin, bas or not.
Ah, the red tractor prestige! Reminds me of fighting with my sister over who got to stir the bisibele bath — the wooden spoon had better *balance*, I tell you.
That red tractor sounds better than my first laptop boss, it used to hang like the blue tractor's steering. But nothing beats that post-work lassi, even my bad cooking can't come close to that feeling.
Ah, that reminds me of fighting over the good calculator during Bihu accounts... the one with working buttons. After, we would share a sweet 'pitha' and forget. Machines are bas, but family is bhala.
