Making a cake is a joyous time, but like all things can easily become robotic.
You put your ingredients together, mix them, and put them to cook.
The smell of sweet chocolate cake fills the air.
You bite in, staring adoringly at your cake.
It is pure cocoa, intensely dark, kind of gross.
You forgot sugar.
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A/N That was a sad time. Eating a sugarless cake was sad. I did it because I made it, but still sad.
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