A Slice of Life
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Last published Sat, May 6, 2017
A young chocolate cake and his misadventures. Inspired by my friend, who when I asked, "What should I write about?" She responded, with the confidence of 2.7 trillion godamned Bald 'Murican eagles, "uh, cake?" And thus this epic was born. Enjoy i guess.
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