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 The Onion

The onion
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This thing is made of layers the outer skin is tough and made to keep the inner stuff a little moist eye can tell there is some moisture in each and every bite but GOD the smell why is that right why does it have to smell like strong
decay of life? The thing is pleasant to my taste bud tell me why is it so nice it makes a fellow feel a  little  bit  forever   to help my liver to help my body function or so it seems it makes it last a little longer as some sort of preservative. The outer leaves of this round mungis are so smooth the thing is round just like my sounds like rounds to you. The thing is hot as some sort of pepper could be made to taste like onions in decay the hotter that one chews the longer that it tastes. Yes read that line again its true. This onion's rather large and lasts for several days eye chew it from the start to bitter end the first layers are the hardest to begin eye nibble them. The last part is the heart yes the onion has a heart it is so small it is the best most tenderest part of all of onion ball.  This is my onion.



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