He left a tiny bit on the table, and I couldn't resist it, and finished it. Or wanted to.
Had a fist bite.
DELICIOUS, fantastic, close to heaven.
Had a second bite.
TERRIBLE, hideous, nightmare-ish!
There was a big long thick blondish hair in the macaron.
A situation that keeps happening to me more often than the mind could stand, remember?! lol
I'll keep stuck to my salads and its lil insects, at least I know what they are!
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