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One day when I was a little boy I had a baseball. I threw it so high it touched the sky and I wanted to die and eat a french fry. Why, you ask? Perhaps I will sigh. So then I woke up and went to my grandmother's house and ate french toast. I love french toast. It tastes a lot like toast. Also it is French.
