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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A squirrel with paws so small, sat upon a bench so very tall. A cup steamed up—his nose did twitch~ oh, what a gloriously chocolate-rich itch! He sipped it slow, a dainty slurp, his little voice began to bark and chirp. The winter wind blew fierce and free~ But he? A king of warmth was he. With every sip, the cold took flight, and all the world felt just right. Who needs nuts when joy’s this sweet? Hot chocolate paws—perfection’s treat.
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