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There's a fly in my oatmeal, and now I won't eat it. There's a fly in my oatmeal, get it out please! I pleaded. It's just a raisin, my father said. Well now it's all cold, and you'll have to reheat it.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
The "Fly"
There's a fly in my oatmeal, and now I won't eat it. There's a fly in my oatmeal, get it out please! I pleaded. It's just a raisin, my father said. Well now it's all cold, and you'll have to reheat it.
I don't actually like oatmeal.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
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