Creamy-Personal Narrative

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As I walked into the restaurant, the bells on the door chimed, signaling that I had entered. I look and see the square dessert that has been calling to me from the moment I first thought about it this morning. I see it waiting in the chilled display case. A mural of of the Greek Islands sits in the background, creating the sensation of being on the island; I can almost feel the cool sea breeze brush across my face. This layered creation starts from the bottom to the top with fine creamy mascarpone filling, next is the lady fingers that had been in only the finest coffee freshly brewed for this special dessert that morning. Next there is another layer of the creamy filling. Lastly there is a fine layer of cocoa powder dusted on the top, crowning
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