was round. Orange. We watched. You looked at her ... at first it was just as it is now, when gradually swelled and its surface cracks, and soft and juicy offering its essence in the oven .. Were you suspicious, undecided .. inclined to think that it was not right, because she was sweet, too sweet maybe.
Then you decide, and almost nothing by pretending to have sunk a spoon into the glaze and you've tasted.
Suddenly our speeches have become indistinct and fused a background in the soft embrace of Pan orange ..
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