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And then the girl ate, and she ate until she was so sick from the cake she stretched herself across the bear rug and breathed in its fur, dabbed her doll’s chocolate mouth with a dishtowel. When she closed her eyes she pretended it was she, and not Little Debbie, who got to always wear the straw hat and checkered blouse. Little Debbie, who seemed unable to be anything but smiling and carefree.