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  1. I call Grape Nuts “Erik Kibble”& wish they sold it 50lb bags. I think it tastes like cat litter, but it’s basically what he’s had for breakfast every day since I met him.

    Now I understand the secret appeal–in exchange for wearing down your tooth enamel, you get unlimited physical and emotional support support from a Powerful Box Spirit with fine legs and sexy gladiator sandals.

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