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Some Secrets Should Stay Secrets
Bran slides over a glass with a green substance in it. "Umm, what is this?" I ask in terror. "It's my secret drink," he says with a large smile, "the lumpiness means it taste good." "Sure it does..." "Just, taste it." I take a sip. "It's broccoli, tuna, beans, and pepsi." I vomit saying, "Why?"
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