I remember my first taste of pecan butterscotch cake. It was crunchily sweet. It was creamily salty. It warmed my skin from the artificial coolness. It shaded my eyes from the afternoon sun. It was the last thing I had before a hiatus of 36 months in a friendship I truly adore.
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Memories can lock us in time Hanis... I have been locked there for nearly two years:(
Memories Ahhh! (:
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