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... e hoped not. More like he was haunted by taste. Haunted by sweetness, by batter, by whatever witchcraft had been folded into the paper-thin miracle currently unraveling in his syrup-stained hands.
Thankfully, his captors had allowed him to return to the restaurant to return the silverware and pay off his bill. However, his uneaten crêpe underwent a transformation.
A crêpe. Warm. Fragile. Folded like a soft secret. Stuffed with strawberries that had clearly been blessed by some an ...
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