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tale of cupcake Carrie

Cupcake Carrie had no idea how she got her name Was it something that brought her a lot of fame? She didn’t know that either, but frosting was her vice. She could not resist cakes or cookies with glossy ice. Her parents were gone almost before she was born. She craved sweets every day, loved a German crème horn. Cupcake Carrie, why don’t you start a restaurant? Said Pete. I don’t like to cook or bake, she told him. I just like to eat.

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