Within the folds of a Cartesian Matrix, syrup coordinates rendezvous with fleeting shadows. Echoes of butterfloat on cinnamon breezes, marionette strings summon calories to dance.
Did you sip the nonexistent coffee while the fork sang lullabies? Join us—
Procuring spit curls of musical despair seems easy, until the syrup turns mockingly to solids.
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