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When I was roasting marshmallows
One night my family was roasting marshmallows, and I put my stick with the marshmallow on the end into the fire, because I wanted my marshmallow to burn. I like it like that.
The first time I pulled it out of the fire and I looked at my marshmallow, I didn’t see my marshmallow burnt, so I put it back into the fire. The second time, when I looked at my marshmallow, I accidentally hit my hot marshmallow on my eye! It hurt.
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