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Fizzy Lemonade

How To Make Fizzy Lemonade
Things You Need
- Four Lemons-Baking Soda-Juice-Glass- Water- Sugar- Juicer - Knife


:How To Make:
Cut the lemons in half  and use the juicer to squeeze the juice out of the lemons and into the glass.Pour some water and some sugar and stir until the sugar dissolves.Add a bit of baking soda to the lemonade and watch the lemonade FIZZ!Once the lemonade stops fizzing, put a little umbrella or a piece of lemon on top of the glass.ENJOY YOUR DRINK!
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