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Jan 2017
Before it tastes like a savory.
But for some reason, it started to taste as what it’s supposed to be.
Sweet, creamy and lovely in every bite.

It was never my favorite in coffee shops.
It was never that tasty enough.
I couldn’t even imagine finishing a piece of this pastry.

I wonder what caused this sudden change of flavor.
I wonder why I have this urge to save it for later.
Perhaps, it was the person who gave and made it taste better.
Amelia Robin
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