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Nothing budged. No squeak. The door would not

open. He took a step backwards, extremely puzzled. He

could imagine the butter pecan, melting in his mouth, that

feeling of eternal pleasure, so

close, yet… What could be

wrong? Was there an invisible

lock in the freezer door? Was

the door being rebellious, just

like he was at times?

I will not give up. I will not give

up, he muttered to himself. The

third time would be a winner!

Almost tasting those chocolate

chips oozing through his tongue,

he got ready; both legs swaying

slightly, arms straight ahead, body bent, eyes

concentrated on his goal. “Push,” he whispered. “Push,

push, push,” he could hear the chocolate chips calling. He

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