His Favorite Cake

His favorite cake has rice and Japan. It has cinnamon and Sicily. It has milk and my fears.
His favorite cake has the smell of the first recipe cooked together. When  He said that two kilos of chocolate  and a packet of crisps for lunch were probably  not a good habit. And in that probably I understood how He was sure.
That would be forever for us.

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