Picking three random items, I can’t believe my luck. I’m promised: Fortune’s favor. Enchantment. Sweet, salty and smoky perfection. Exotic notes, culminating in a song. Open skies and dazzling starlight celebration. I read of an 11-year-old’s passion for baking and quality. So much love and heart in every bite. I’ll be transported and sun-drenched. With this purity, I’ll recover, repair and grow strong. They’re selling. I’m buying. And always, this hunger for more.
Language found on three items in my pantry
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Seduced by a promise. And happily falling for it! Cleverly crafted, right down to that final bite. :)