The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The smell of burnt sugar was in my teeth. It sat there, a thick, cloying film, tasting of failure and copper. I looked at the pot. The chocolate had seized. It had turned white, dry, and chalky. A graveyard of melted solids. I stirred it. The spoon scraped the bottom. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. It sounded like a bone being dragged across stone. "You let it boil," I said. My voice was flat. Dead....

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