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It's like Mom has been giving you oatmeal for breakfast every morning for the last 5 years. You eat it and it's alright. Does the trick. Then one day she brings home a box of Count Chocula and you realize there is a whole new, glorious world out there. And you realize that you get to have that for breakfast moving forward, and you flushed all that oatmeal down the toilet where it belonged.
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