“Don’t know what you’ve got till its gone” she hummed softly pinching the sides of her waist. Unaware of everything but the chocolate cake, the little girl picked up her third slice.
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Oh dear – she’s going to regret it…
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i fear that woman is me…and despite knowing the consequences, i can’t deny me a piece of good chocolate cake! 😦
confession- it’s worse when you need 20 min to cook one yourself!
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I love chocolate cake, but I managed to pretty much give it up years ago – except at birthdays and celebrations.
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how do you do it??!! i can never resist the temptation of chocolate cake…rest others i have reached my zen
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if my mother came back to life and started making her chocolate cake again, I wouldn’t be able to resist it, but nothing quite comes up to that – even though I’m a good cook. I watched her, I have the recipe, but she had some kind of magic. Her cakes were the first to be gobbled up at school fetes.
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It’s the love. Secret ingredient in every mother’s cooking.
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ahhh…
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cliched ha?
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Did I say that? 🙂
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Hehe.. You almost didn’t say that 😉
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