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December 19, 2006



Horrifying personal crisis for you; hilarious entertainment for your readers. Sorry, so funny! And I too was once fudge-sick, so I know. I was 5-6 and it took into my twenties to be able to eat it again. Even now, only baby bits or I feel weird. And yet...the gingerbread army...ahahaha!

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