They call me the sugar whisperer.
Anything your tongue desires, I can bake it. Scones? Child's play. Cupcakes? I'll frost them so good you won't know what hit you. Donuts? Please!
You're talking to a master baker.
But there's one egg I've never been able to crack.
My best friend.
Correction: my former best friend.
She's the apple in my pie. The whip in my cream. The lemon in my meringue. The wish in my bone. She's the one who got away.
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