“Come near me.”

“No.”

“No one’s here right now. Look around.”

“I can’t! I’m getting married next month! I can’t do this anymore!”

“Just once more.”

“This is what you said last time. I fell for it and look at me now!”

“This will be the last. Come.”

“Everytime I do this, I regret it in minutes!”

“But it’s amazingly good, isn’t it? C’mon, this is the last time.”

“Sure?”

“Sure. Fast! Your mom will come soon!”

“Okay. Okay.”

She glanced around quickly and devoured the last slice of the rich, chocolate pastry with ganache icing. 

Why did calories have to be so much in harmony with the taste? 

She let out a mournful sigh.

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