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Chocolate Gateaux mmmmm
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Well here cookies have chocolate chips in them, but to you it's just yet another word that americans have taken and changed
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we usualy have it at pizza hut but y;day night me and my friend had at newly stared Villa pizza and found very yammy there
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
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its been ok but disappointed that nothing came through post yet
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whats a tarmac?
