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| - I'd just arrived after flying for 5 hours overnight on a red eye from Seattle, it was 7:30 in the morning and I was hungry. Many of the shops in this airport were still closed, but then what did I smell? That familiar odor of warm, sweet, gooey and chewy Cinnamon goodness that can only mean one thing: There is a Cinnabon nearby, and they have freshly made Cinnabons! My mouth began watering and I felt my pace pick up as I saw the sign and began to walk quickly toward it. Should I get the classic Cinnabon, or the row of succulent little Cinnabon bites? Well, the Cinnabon is usually a bit less messy than the bites, especially if you eat it with utensils. Yes, that's what I'll have, with a nice bottle of lowfat milk to wash the whole thing down!
It was just as yummy as I was expecting it to be, though after several bites it got to be a bit too rich and gooey, and I began to feel guilty about imbibing this many sinful calories and this much sugar. Luckily my flight didn't take off for another hour and 15 minutes, which I spent walking every inch of this airport, some of it twice, in an effort to burn off as many of the calories in that Cinnabon as I could before boarding my next flight. Damn you, sweet Cinnabon. Damn you!!
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