One day my pickle jumped right up off my plate. HE said he'd grant me wishes if i let him run away. Oh the many wishes I would want to have. Giant lizards and monsters to help me rule the land. I could be a hundred feet tall and shoot fire from my mouth. INstead I'll eat this pickle before he runs right out. I poked him with my fork and chewed him into bits. I haven't eaten a pickle that taste better since.
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