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May 15, 2008

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Michael Procopio

Hey MY earliest cupcake memory was from kindergarten, too. It was Karen Berry's birthday. I hated her because her mother was our overbearing teacher's aide. The afternoon was set aside for Karen's special party with cupcakes served in ice cream cones. After her first or second bite, Karen had become so excited that she bit the tip of her tongue off, dripping blood mingled with frosting over the front of her white party dress. I then proceeded to truly enjoy my cupcake. Karen eventually stopped wearing dresses and became what we at home refer to as a "head banger".

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