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Dear Fleur.
I had a lesson on RAM tonight. It involved me, pasta, the kitchen, and naughty children at one point. No naughty children will be sweeping my cooking tools onto the floor.
THAT'S WHAT I LEARNED.
(And I imagined myself wearing red shoes in the kitchen cooking spaghetti.)

Merci Nat.
I get it now. Sort of. The best I can at least.
RAM = The kitchen counter.
Remember that now.
And don't forget your red shoes people.

Love from Bella.