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The last few flakes of my cinnamon toast crunch slide wistfully out of the box. As they float and crackle on a white layer of milk, I look at them, and wonder who they are.
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The last few flakes of my cinnamon toast crunch slide wistfully out of the box. As they float and crackle on a white layer of milk, I look at them, and wonder who they are.
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