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This blog will give you a cavity
It's like a very large syringe with a very sharp needle poked straight through your skull into your brain delivering cc upon sweet cc of unadulterated, psychoactive, liquid cute. When it's this distilled, cuteness becomes less of a warm-fuzzy-inducer and more of a coma-inducer. It's kind of like how candy bars are good to eat, but if a dump truck full of sugar fell off of an overpass onto you, you'd die. Respond: letters@boulderweekly.com
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