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Aug 2011
Out my mouth big chunk.
I won't clean it up. Chunk again.
On the wall, at the wall, in the wall.
Saw my dad.
I told him not to eat the Dunkaroo.
Or else he would be chunking too.
Ok.

We couldn't bear to be in the chunky dunk sea.
We left our house.
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