and then
fragrantly yet invisibly
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it wafted
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that smell. That inevitable smell.
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Leggo my Eggo!
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her eyes gleamed
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that inevitable sparkle that rang
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sharply through the caves crystals
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how many days had she been trapped in here?
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and where was her phone
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but in her
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shoes, muddy and rain-soaked
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drat! ruined toilet-paper.
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If only I
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could see the salmon-colored sky
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and smell the waffle
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