<h2><em>Every day when I was a kid I’d drop anything I was doing, no matter what it was—stealing wire, having a fistfight, siphoning gas—no matter what, and tear like a blue streak through the alleys, over fences, under porches, through secret shortcuts, to get home not a second too late for the magic time. My breath rattling in wheezy gasps, sweating profusely from my long cross-country run I’d sit glassy-eyed and expectant before our Crosley Notre Dame Cathedral model radio</em></h2><h2><u><em /></u></h2><h2><u><em>HOPE IT HELPS </em></u></h2><h2><u><em>THANK YOU </em></u></h2>
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i think it could be B. a story about made-up events
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Chocolaty whitey heaven
Explanation:
I don't know if you like it but ye :)
In my opinion I used this phrase since the chocolate flavour is like mixed up with those ice cream i think. And once you love the falvour it just feels liek you are in heaven..
hoped this helps
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Explanation:
My only love sprung from my only hate,
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love is it to me
That I must love a loathed enemy. (1.5.)
