Long long ago....on a moonlit.....night in June.... a very strange....odor seeped from.....the edge of.....my lunch sack...."Whats that smell?"....i wondered aloud.... as i sat.... pondering whether to..... look or not.....Instead I threw....it in the....face of the....evil Atkins haters….who had decided….to protest at….Atkins common sense....Meanwhile, back at.....old butcher shop….Cousin Tito was….busy preparing for….the 38th Annual….Disco’s cool party….This year, he….had decided to….
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