I had just eaten my dinner when my Nana came in with some pudding. It was a cake with lumpy custard filling up the bowl. “Thanks,” I whimpered quietly. I looked up when I saw everyone else tasting it, so I decided to as well. “Yuck!” I screamed at the top of my voice. The custard tasted disgusting so I asked if I could leave the table as I couldn't bear to look at it any more. When I got out of the room I went up the stairs to wash my mouth. “Phew,” I sighed as the taste had left.
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