"I am going to build the most perfect cake for myself!"
"I have a picture of a cake from a magazine. I will make this one."
Brosa toiled away for precious seconds, minutes and hours...
"Well. I'm sure it will taste nicer than it looks, and that's most important."
Brosa tucks into her cake, and then her eyes light up.
"It's my birthday. And this is a delicious cake. Yumm!"
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