And so it was to be, that like the poptart, I too erupted in viscous red fury. I clawed my way up the cookie's colossus, but that would not be the end of my journey to the center of myself. I would first need to finish growing my awesome pompadour, my awesome, awesome pompadour. I've lost myself in this obsession. . .
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P.S. This is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were eliminated.
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