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Confectionery Wonderland.

Chocolates. Lollies. There were that many different kinds. Shapes. Flavours. Sizes. Easter Bunny's. And many more different luscious temptations. Most of us did buy some. But I carried most of mine out as photos. Much easier to carry. Not expensive. Temptation to eat them all at once not there once arriving at home. None of them to pass my lips to add inches to my hips.














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