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Abelardo plucked the stars; like sugar plums, and ate them like cherries
on the top of a mini-mountain of
red ants carrying
a fully grown man back to their lair for comsumption. He tasted like
summer berries with whipped cream
and little sprinklings of sugar from one of those fancy spoons your grandma used to have. Too good to be true!
