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At first, making cupcakes that look like tiny nests with baby bluebirds in them seems like a good idea. Then you take your first bite and you notice, where once sat a trio of nestlings looking up at you, their benevolent master, with plaintive chocolate eyes, pleading with you for love, guidance, and adult accompaniment so they can get into the good movies at the theatre, there is now only a depressing blue smear. And you suddenly really, really wish you were dead.