Cupcakes, a child’s treasure a selection of these were hidden in their treasure boxes stacked up high on my kitchen counter. Our stomachs rumbling, we ran up to a small lady in her thirties as pleading to her to give us one. Reluctantly she handed us one each as if they really were treasures. I had chocolate which oozed melted goodness at every bite and you had sticky caramel that you got on what seemed like every door handle you could find. No place inside the house was left untouched by our cupcake fingers, chocolate on the walls, caramel stuck on my dogs fur, a total mess which caused me to be banned from cupcakes for a good couple of months and you a stern talking to by your mother.

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