I have not been caught with raspberries yet even though the operation is like a dance with danger requiring the stealth and cunning of a leopard on a gazelle hunt. It's a three-step process: 1) fill oaty-meal cup halfway, 2) move across the aisle to another buffet table and scoop up some sweet-ass raspberries (you are SO worth it, you little red devils), then move back the oaty-meal bucket and cover up the evidence. This is akin to a man crossing a flaming bridge to get ammo, but leaving his gun on the other side....
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Of course it has JUST NOW occurred to me that I could eliminate a step simply by putting the raspberries on the BOTTOM of the empty cup, and THEN cover them with warm steel-cut oaty-meal. This is why I'm not a secret agent.
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