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All cookies and cream ice creams are the same. "Not to wome- Oooh fuck," Jackson doubled over the trolley, his face turning red. "fucking hell, that's so high-" I fought the urge to laugh when an older woman passed by us, eyeing Jackson sideways. He moaned, crossing his legs. I looked towards Samantha who was giggling to herself, her phone hiding her face.

Rose I put a few slices of bacon on my plate and took some toast with jam and a bottle of juice, putting them on my tray under the watchful eye of Christian who was serving himself next to me. " Are you going to have bacon with toast and jam? " he asked. " What's the problem? It's not like I put jelly on the bacon," I shrugged, picking up some kind of sizable loaf of bread. “What is it?” " Blueberry bear paw," he explained, taking one for himself as well, "it's a sweet bread stuffed with... blueberries.”

Hopefully he did not notice. “Voila, peanut butter and jelly”. I sniff it. “Smells like berries Em, try it”. I bite in and oh my… “this is amazing!”. The combination of the berry flavor with whatever peanut butter is, is to die for. “I’m glad you like it! It’s blackberry jam that my mom makes and jiffy peanut butter”. I tried to not eat it too quickly but I so desperately wanted another one. It is as if he read my mind and started making another one. Mor was doing spins in my mind, anxiously waiting for the next sandwich.

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"I'm sure she's fine." "Yeah…" I pluck the berry from his hand and put it in my mouth. I crush it between my teeth, and bright flavours burst on my tongue. Sour and sweet. Fresh, yet earthy. It's the yummiest thing I've ever tasted. Much better than the bland porridge I'm fed twice a day. "What are they?" "Blueberries." The fruit of the Fortunates. All fruit are the fruit of the Fortunates. He hands me another, and I shake my head.

Emma prodded "I don't have a love life." Zada countered "Your strawberry face says another story baby" Emma teased "Strawberry?" "Yeah strawberry. Now everyone says your face has become like a tomato when you blush. What is the fun of being like everyone? Strawberries are also red. And it looks more beautiful than a tomato. Anyway I don't really like tomatoes very much. If I am eating a burger or sandwich I always pick out the tomatoes. Even in the curries if they are visible I always throw them away. Momma always scolds me saying tomatoes have all those vitamins A B C D E F J. As if it's only there in tomatoes" Emma, as usual, got side tracked from the topic.

He says, guiding me to this adorable little café by the Riviera Where we sat and had the most incredible coffee, and I ordered the best coconut cream cJe I have ever Eaten In my life. I moan Licking my lips, “oh my God, Alessandro, You have to try this “ I hold the case to his lips, and he smiles, takes a bite, and moans in appreciation, sucking the cream off my fingers. “Doesn't it just melt on your tongue?” “Mm, it is very good, but I Prefer something else that melts on my tongue.” he drawls, biting his bottom lip while leaning across the table, staring deeply into my eyes.

She stirred it all into the smoothie, "Now, I got a high-protein smoothie...we can call it Rob's Big Banana Smoothie!" Stirring her finger, she plunged it deep into her mouth and sucked it clean, again. Still savoring the new treat, she took a big gulp from the glass. "Careful baby girl, you'll get a brain freeze." She giggled, "It's a new kind of banana cream...the male kind."

Blessedly ordinary. My shoulders dropped an inch. Maybe two. The fridge offered the kind of thoughtful basics that felt like a hug: eggs, milk, a pack of sliced turkey, cheese, hummus like a peace agreement, berries washed and repacked, a prepped salad kit labeled no onions!! in a Sharpie that had gone to war for me. There was also a lemon meringue slice in a plastic clamshell with a sticky note on it that said, June insisted. I laughed so suddenly my eyes watered. They were all conspiring to make my life too sweet to resist.