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Honey Bun

I dropped my honey bun I figured Its ruined. But not technically the top is damaged but the rest is unscathed It sat sticky on the ground And i thought something is always taken and something is always given like people extrinsically unscathed internally scared when ripped apart pieces are always left somewhere sometimes sticky sometimes ripped and i wondered if i would still eat it
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Sep 22, 2014
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