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Conan The Barbarian 

What is best in life?  He bellowed
the question,  and the answer is simple:
the smell of fresh brewed coffee
the taste of bananas
 from a bowl of Cheerios
the delicate crunch of warm
   buttered toast
this is what is best in life,
Conan.

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