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Home of the Screaming Cupcake
Barista’s Bakery home of the screaming cupcake
I had to rush inside to see what this meant.
Screaming was happening in two corners of the room.
One boy was devouring a purple cupcake.
It was screaming bloody murder.
Another couple was gnawing on a carrot cupcake.
It was shrieking as if it was in labor.
I have to have one I said. Which one is the loudest screamer?
That’s the mother-of-all-screams lemon cupcake, the baker said.
Before I even got started the cupcake began to yell “HELP! POLICE!”
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Caren Krutsinger
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