I'm not very happy. My father took my jagung (corn). I got my mom to buy it for me from pasar malam (night market) and I was craving it for hours and rushed home just to sink my teeth in it. But when I got back I couldn't find it anywhere until I finally looked into the bin and there it was, the emptied cob.
Sniff.
I hate to let a craving go unsatisfied.
Give me corn
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