Kitchen clean. I looked around for the very last piece of
cake I was saving and it’s gone. My advice: never turn your back on someone you
love. It’s true, I had the second-to-last and the third-to-the-last piece last
night, and it was very good. But that was then and who’s counting? To the
death, I say! A slow, lingering, sweet last bite. I’ll have my cake and love
too.
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