The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of شخصیات مشہور turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in دکھائیں business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived سے طرف کی his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived سے طرف کی his elderly father, Pop Tart.

Shaun

I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.

It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.

Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil سکرٹ, گھیرنا and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.

She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.

I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable love as she told her something.

Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.

Shaun

About an گھنٹہ after she called me, I was still sitting there. Unresponsive.

The phone rang again. I forced myself to pick it up.

It was Serena. She was crying.

"I couldn't do it," she said, before hanging up again.

Serena

I couldn't do it. As soon as I was out of the clinic, I drove home. When I'd parked my car, I couldn't hold the tears back.

I looked up, shocked. I had gone to my mother's house.

I stumbled out of the car, and my mother came running out. I collapsed in her warm arms, still sobbing.

Kate

I hear my daughter. Crying. I run outside, and hug my angel, my little angel.

I don't try to make her tell me what's wrong. She'll tell me when she wants to. I know her that well.

Shaun

Three months later, we were apparently "an item".

She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, آپ know آپ want to" chocolate brown eyes.

I paid attention to her every move, her every word.

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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and کہا she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.

Nothing else mattered.