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| | Anonymous Juice: The Creme Egg Diary (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-12) |
 | | Not the tiny, foil-wrapped eggs that my parents hid in the back yard (which we would find months later when tiny flickers of pink and brown flew out from underneath the lawnmower) but big, creme-filled hunks; outrageously tall slabs of chocolate; bunnies with our faces carefully chiselled on the front, with whiskers. |
 | | When he was finished speaking, he leaned forward and pulled the tea towel off of his secret centrepiece, the model he had been working on for six months, a complete reversal from the companies recent drive for bigger chocolate. |
 | | "The egg," Mahoney explained as he placed the tea towel on the back of the chair, "is small but potent." With one of his long, too long arms, Mahoney held out in his palm what looked to be a small Russian souvenir -- a wooden egg bisected down the middle. |
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