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Brunch in Neopia
Ah, yes...brunch. The magical word that makes our ears perk up and our stomachs rumble. When it comes to mealtime, brunch is king. It combines the savor of breakfast food and the fulfillment of an afternoon meal into one comforting, memorable, and delectable course. But how does one do brunch the right way? This is where I come to the rescue - I, an aspiring food writer, have prepared a variety of brunch suggestions to suit the needs of individual Neopets. To all those who recognize the beauty and sanctity of brunch, I present to you: The Definitive Guide to Brunch in Neopia.
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