I'm Italian. And in 2013, when the powers that be told me I could no longer have gluten, or dairy, and about a billion other things, I had a bit of a bad reaction. It involved a lot of crying, spazzing, and laying on the floor crumpled up questioning, "Why?" While I was down there, I also questioned why my forefathers decided to settle in the Midwest as opposed to, I don't know, Hawaii or New Zealand.
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