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"Where are you, Caramel?" by kikiyomi
The touch of sun rays coupled with its warmness woke me up earlier than usual. I’m not exactly a light sleeper; my older twin, Caramel, could vouch for my grogginess. She would always be the one to wake me up saying, “C’mon Cannoli, the bakery was your idea! I prepared all the ingredients late last night, it's your turn to bake it!” And I would cynically reply, “Just chop my arm off, I’m made of biscuits after all.” “Yeah, too bad you don’t taste great,” Caramel would say dragging me off the bed. “Neither would you!” Then I would say under my breath: “Dark Chocolate is not a thing the customers would immediately grab off the shelves.” “What was that?” She would glare menacingly.If eyes could punch, I would have been beaten numerous times. Thankfully, my sibling charms always get the best of her. I would then tell her that “Dark Chocolate was the best type of chocolate there is to me”. From that flattery, she would instantly warm up, give me a tight squeeze and breakfast. That’s right that good o’l fresh pancakes and syrup, both our one of kind recipe and a good cup of mocha coffee to start the day. Honestly, I usually wake up to the smell of her baking but I always go right back to sleep, waiting for her to wake me.

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