I was having dinner and it was Chicken with rice with my mom. She found a wishingbone... humm O-o
Why was I so adamant and strong about that Wishingbone to rebuke it? >////////< I never gave two fucks about the wishingbone or the said tradition, remaining mostly positive and curious. I still remember it in my childhood and the correspondence in culture and cartoons, so what's the big deal? Ah well, probably just a random thought or overthinking something... and nothing in particular. ^^
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