With a name like hallabong, how can you not love it. They are like GOLD.
Little Yoo: IS THAT A HALLABONG?
me: Halla-what? Yes and it's MINE.
Little Yoo: canIhaveapiece?
me: No. Mom and dad gave it to ME and said I have to eat it ALL BY MYSELF.
Little Yoo: .....
But I was all stuffed up and snotty and not tasting a thing so there is a happy ending. Little Yoo got her hallabong.
The End.
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
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