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Bacon is red.
Bacon is rough.
One strip of bacon is never enough.
I crave the taste
of Salt-Cured Swine.
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I love bacon!
I eat it every day.
I refuse to let anyone stand in my way
of my porky delight;
I eat it every night.
Its taste is so divine...
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