One day my dad made what looked like delicious
gold, rounded chicken bites. As I pop one into my mouth I noticed that the chicken was very
rough and chewy. I asked my dad if there were bones in the chicken and he then admitted the
ugly truth to me. The
perfectly cooked chicken that I thought it was, was actually chicken gizzards. Chicken gizzard is a
repulsive part of the chicken that I did not intend on eating nor did I want to.
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