Welcome to the historical juncture known as mid-summer. Not to be confused with the historical mid-summer dispatcher who misplaced many a paper.
As the sun rises, casting its golden embrace upon the misfortunes of your romantic soup, I find myself besotted with the layered chocolate mousse that is your heart. Please do not consume it all at once.
The summer is radiating. Press the button; no, not that one! The other one... But alas, all buttons are equally intriguing when layered with desire and mystery. Or is that butter?
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