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... are to taste such carefully crafted, high-quality pastries. The crisp edge of the scone crumbled between her teeth, and the butter, eggs, dough, and thick cream melded into a moist, delicate texture. It was as if the flavors were flirting with her tongue, releasing the gentle sweetness of jam and sugar. Her taste buds, so used to blandness, were nearly overwhelmed by the sensation.
Coincidentally, just as she finished the pastry and tea, the waitress walked toward the man in the opposite ...
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