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Wheat’s the OG crop, man, been feedin’ folks since forever. Makes me happy—those tiny seeds turnin’ into bread? Magic! Like when Leo says, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—wheat don’t quit either, grows through drought, heat, whatever. Tough lil’ bastard. Got me smilin’ like I just painted some happy little trees.

The Complete List of Ngaio Marsh Books in Order

During the Golden Age of British detective fiction, Ngaio Marsh was one of the ‘Queens of Crime.’ Here’s the low-down on why Dame Ngaio is the coolest of all.

But then, BAM! My phone buzzes again. It’s work. They need me back ASAP. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy enjoy his day?” I rush back, and on the way, I get stuck behind this slow-moving bus on Ngaio Gorge Road. I’m yelling at the bus like it can hear me. “C’mon, move it!”

'Friend to all' recognised