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My Blue Cheese Is Melting

Reluctant as I was to choose the blue cheese crumbles looked invitingly blue, a little moldy, I guess perhaps as the crumblies feel from plate to lap. I scooped them up unseen and put them discretely on my salad beans. Then as I picked up my fork there appeared the strangest quirk as the blue had blended into the white much to my delight and with each savory taste I enjoyed the cheese I used to hate.

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Date: 1/14/2018 8:43:00 PM
so funny DM I used to baulk when my mother ate blue cheese i hated the smell but now i adore it! :-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 1/11/2018 2:13:00 PM
Very nice, a fun read! CayCay
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Date: 1/11/2018 1:28:00 PM
Lol I love this clever, witty write! Good luck in contest!
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