† R The cream waffle I just devouring, tasted like the blueprint of the Versailles to me. Some creamy, chewy, luxuriously tasting pastry.
The lady at the counter and me keep on having a flirtatious jest, perhaps, I over thinks that she likes me more than I think she would, could, or want to.
Her waffles are pint, point above excellent, so are her hospitalities and welcomes.
I, think, women whom are protective, nurturing, mothers, and can make good healthy pastries like waffles and fruit juices are an ideal in society.
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