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	<title>Comments on: Review: Yan Yan Double Cream</title>
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		<title>By: i acknowledge, you boil &#171; Constant Carnival</title>
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		<description>[...] Today while in the City Market having a crunchy crunch day off, I wandered into the Asian supermarket with my mind set on some sort of funky treat to present to the boys, or maybe a small treat for me. As I stroll through the cracker aisle, I am  s t a r t l e d  to find my toes being viciously attacked by none other than a large, crustacean escapee from the seafood department. I sort of yelped and went up to the counter and pointed to the scene of the crime. &#8221;There&#8217;s a crab!&#8221; I say. The lady smiled, her face registering the concern in mine but unwilling to submit herself to one of my episodes. She looked at me as if to say, I acknowledge that you just said something to me in a language other than my own native, so I will sort of nod and smile politely as if you were a sputtering two year-old who was pointing at a nice kitty (as opposed to a frightened customer who is pointing at the mean crabby.) I continue to point and kind of go &#8220;EW!&#8221; and she finally says brightly &#8220;Five ninety nine! You boil!&#8221; [...]</description>
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