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I Tried Gross Foods So You Don't Have To
If you or your pet have ever looked at a gross food and wondered who would eat it, I’m here to answer that question. If you haven’t ever asked that question, I’m sure you did before deciding to read this article, and yes, I’m still going to answer it. I wanted to try a few gross Neopian foods, so I went shopping, grabbed whatever stood out to me, swallowed my pride, and hoped for the best.
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