This is no end to the exhaustive travels of the Lemon Cupcake. Its crumbs are weary. Its icing is sagging. It takes a moment upon the napkin to catch its breath, all the while keeping a sharp eye on its surroundings. Hands can come from anywhere...eager, hungry hands...
The Lemon Cupcake knows its days (minutes?) are numbered. It knows that if it stays for too long in one place, the outcome will not be bright. It must gather its strength, moist and delicious, and carry on.
Suddenly, there are footsteps...
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