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My earliest memory is eating a pretzel off my Grandmother's floor when I was very young. I kneeled down and picked it up, and popped it in my mouth. It was inbetween a wall and a floor vent and next to a chair. When my Grandmother asked me what I was eating I flat out denied having anything in my mouth. I got away with it.
Or it's of a dream I had where I was in a caldroun and monsters and skeletons were dancing around me.
I can't tell which came first. Probably the pretzel one.
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