So you want to know what's dripping with vanilla? Sure ain't me, that's for sure. Actually, it's the air in my room that's permeating with the sweet scent of baked goods. Concocted by my sister, again. She's a sweet young thing, my sister. How can I turn away from a perfectly good piece of macaroon? Or restrain myself from popping a secret kiss in
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