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Answer (Kate Klise): Well ... I led a rebellion in fourth grade when Sister Jan, the principal, decreed that chocolate milk would no longer be sold in the cafeteria. It was not an appropriate beverage, she said. I was outraged! So I started bringing chocolate powder from home in an envelope and adding it to my daily carton of milk. Naturally I was careful to drink it in such a way that produced a deep and lasting chocolate mustache, which of course led all the other fourth graders to bring chocolate powder from home to pour in their milk cartons and drink in such a way to produce chocolate mustaches, which of course made Sister Jan furious. But I could've died from happiness. I felt like Patrick Henry. Give me chocolate milk, or give me death!
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