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Personal Narrative: Baked Chocolate Chip Cookies
I jumped out of bed this morning and had a craving
I had a tough night of waiting Crunch! What was that?
I instantly noticed the delicious smell permeating through the air
Like the amazing fragrance of baked chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven
No! It can’t be, is it a burrito?
Each day you’re the only thing I desire
I would do anything to just to have a bite of your deliciousness
You are my purpose for living

Oh Burrito, your outer shell is warm and smooth like the delicate skin of a newborn baby
Each bite is smooth, appetizing, and pleasant, bringing me closer to heaven.
You hold all the condiments I desire
Like juicy, tender Carne Asada that gives you a bold taste
Or, the gooey, cheese that holds the burrito together
The guacamole,
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