My Pleasure
the marshmallow boy was thrilled with his new checkered scarf.
A people pleaser, was this newly created delicacy named Warf.
He had ten great minutes, waiting for the chocolate to get hot.
My pleasure, he told us, as he was being lowered into the pot.
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