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Tess of the d’Urbervilles would understand
I’m an evolved human. I don’t like to acknowledge it. But I need milk to feel good. For protein and calcium milk is the best. Not from factory farms but from contented cows. From Flossie and Bossie down in the dell with cowbells on, who are milked, by gentle milkmaids, only when they need it. And who live a better overall life than I do. That’s the kind of milk I want.