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Sometime during American Literature. The Breakfast Rant |
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They are all that is good in the world, stuffed into a 3" by 3" by 4" space of sweet, cinnamony, non-premanufactured bunny goodness. I spent a good fifteen minutes of the morning of December 10th looking for these bakes pieces of bliss covered in clouds tasting faintly of cheese. Considering how long my mornings last before carpool comes and the bueraucracy of a school I go to starts, that's a good quarter of my non-bueraucratic morning time. I spent a good chunk of my morning looking for the things. They must be good, They're sort of strange. They're covered in something not unlike cream cheese, but it tastes distinctly of nondescript pseudo-vanilla. I like the things. Sure, my endeavor for breakfast variety ended up giving me little time to construct something for non-bueraucratic lunchtime, but so what? I've got money burning a hole in my pocket. I'll spend that $2.50 on a bagel and soda. Though soda perhaps isn't the best choice, as I've had a list of stomach problems lately. That list includes the morning, whee after managing to unhinge my jaw several times to take a bite of fresh-baked-but-not- freshly-bought foodstuff, I found myself with a tummyache. No, I am not afraid to use words such as 'tummy' around here. Had I only grasped that the reason they called it a 'roll' in the first place was because it was rolled up and you could unroll it... Did I mention how much I like them?
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