Note to self: Cake? Chocolate? Resist! Resist! Your glucose level, a warning bell. The sugar highs, the crashing lows.
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But what of pretty candy girls? In Dhaka city known to roam and sweet wares they do sell. You their prey, a perfect choice -- bewitched by charm, a tender heart. You falter and they cast their spell. The flashing lights go dim. And so you say, What harm, just one or two... or six …?
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Soon foil wrappers littered near....
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I have lived to tell the tale. But barely still. So heed my warning, fellow traveler: The candy girls! The candy girls!
