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Bubba!

Don't Laugh At My Flowers.

Peter J. Licari
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Pages
162
Year
2025
Language
English
Publisher
Fulton Books, Inc.

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"I watched as he picked up the cupcake, and he took what looked like to me a really small bite out of it...almost like a little nibble. I watched as he then brought the cupcake down a little bit, and he smirked. He then spun the entire cupcake around his hand, almost to pick just where he would attack the very first complete bite. I then saw him proceed to shove the entire thing into his mouth! His cheeks were so full of the chocolaty goodness that I could only describe it as a chipmunk or a squirrel placing a bunch of acorns in its mouth."

Always feeling that I had the best childhood because of my friends and our adventures, I journaled everything that I wanted to remember. Then on one Christmas Eve, I sat down with my close friends and wrote down everything that we had all remembered and why.

This is what my childhood was like!

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