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pressed my face up to the cupcake case. Dozens of highly decorated treats lined
the glass, making every five year old drool with ambition. My mom was wrapping
up and making the last of the cupcakes. Sometimes I could help put the
decorations on, or help clean the bakery. But one of my favorite parts was
watching over the cupcake case. Staring at the frosting loaded onto the sweet
cake. Waiting for the moment that I got to eat them.
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That sounds amazing. I love the little bit of suspense you put in at the end. :) ;)
ReplyDeleteI like how well you described this. Seems like a great memory!
ReplyDeleteYum! I love the way you described everything. Nice slice :)
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