Why do you tempt me, sweet Nanaimo bar? You know I am trying to lose baby weight, and yet you call out to me from your perch on the back of the counter. I try to look away, I try to leave the room, but your persistent calls and whispers have permeated my mind..."Staceroo.....come and get me....if you don't, someone else will".
Sigh.
Alright.
You win.
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