Okay, so here’s how this started. I was driving past one of those endless, never-actually-empty cornfields the other day—you know the ones, where it just goes and goes, like maybe there’s a secret village in the middle. And I’m staring out the window thinking: why is that corn… taller? Duller? Just… different? It didn’t look like the kind I pick up at the market. You know, the stuff that gets wrapped in plastic or piled up in a bin next to watermelon. Turns out, not all corn is meant for dinner. Or humans, actually. The Corn That’s Not for UsSo...
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