Daily has Tamalehawk chastened himself for the fact that the tractate lay slacked and half-redacted. Meals long inspected, digested, and reflected, eaten one-handed standing, forever braising in the maze of his brain. A prisoner to his hunger, Tamalehawk does manage to carve out a few stolen moments for minor innovations, such as this is amaretto cookie cut and slathered with Nutella and apricot-orange preserves. The result is a kind of miniature dessert sloppy joe, a tiny delight the likes of which was way worth it despite elaborate schematics and tenuous structural integrity.
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