Sweet(S)pea(s)


She accepted her large slice of cake and looked at the rich fruit within it. There were at least seven hundred calories in that, she thought, but it did not matter; she was a traditionally built lady and she did not have to worry about such things.

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“Dammit Scarlett, Atlanta was BURNING, I smelled SOMETHING!”

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