As I placed the moist most mystique memorable piece of meet into my mouth full filling each and every possible craving in side my body. I discovered that this certain bundle of delight was portrayed as duck. This was not ordinary duck. It was seasoned in garlic, which made it not only precious but also simply unrespectable. I closed my eye's chewing faithfully and managed to pull out the only two words I could possibly think of at that moment. " That's good", despite the burst of unequipped vocabulary I still today think that was the only word to explain the breath-taking event. I let out a sigh as the duck flows down my through like a bowling ball pushing lightly crashing my taste buds worshiping every minute as my brain decided it was a strike. I backed up regaining consciousness of the shabam. And still to this day I worship that memory like a family event.

By: Jeremy B.

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