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The chocolate shop
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It was the morning of the
moving day; I decided to walk to the nearby chocolate shop. As I stepped in
gracefully the tingle of bells, the smell of fresh chocolate. I looked around,
looking at all the chocolate, my mouth watered with excitement.
With my eyes wide open I
stepped closer to the chocolate, mesmerised by the fact there was three fountains
dripping with glossy, mouth watering chocolate I begged the shop keeper for one
but he cast me aside.
So I trundled home with my
droopy head hanging down I had to just wait for my pocket money.
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