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... isen perfectly, dusted with powdered sugar, accompanied by a drizzle of crème anglaise that the waiter poured with ceremonial precision, like he was baptizing it into the Church of Diabetes.
Charlotte made a sound that was borderline criminal when she took the first bite.
"Good?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"I would commit crimes for this. Serious crimes. Felonies."
"I’ll remember that next time I need an alibi."
She laughed, alre ...
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