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I remember going to the movies in New Zealand in the early '60s, and listening to the sound of Jaffas rolling down the sloping floor. People bought Jaffas, but seldom ate them due to the rumour that they were swept up and re-packaged at the end of the performance. They were purely for rolling.
I remember picking up the uncut loaf from the bakers in South Africa, with a little strip of paper round its middle to hold it, and picking a hole in the end crust and eating the warm, soft innners.
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