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^^^ the saddest day ever was the one that Knotts tore down Berry Tales.
I'd ride that damn thing over and over just to inhale the sweet sweet smell of boysenberry jam that they would pump in. sure, it probably gave you cancer, but I'm ok with that.
You must spread some boysenberry jam before passing a tasty boysenberry jam laden biscuit or perhaps piece of toast to pbradleh again.
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