I used to think you were disgusting when I was young.
Until a kid named Pedro forced me to eat you.
That’s when my addiction started.
Now when I open the bag,
my happiness level goes up.
You’re striped like a tiger,
a crunchy tortilla,
and a sweet smell.
Whenever I think about you, I start drooling.
and I get hungry,
but even if I eat something, it’s not you.
I am still hungry,
and even though churromice is my #1 chips,
you come second.
There are so many positive thoughts I can say about you.
It’s just that I am too lazy to write 100 paragraphs!

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