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“They agreed on four flavors of cake- vanilla, maple, orange, and coconut- to alternate, almost randomly, in twenty-one slim layers throughout the seven tiers beneath the one to be saved, the crown of coconut. A syrup infused with ginger would be brushed on the sponge beneath the icing.”

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Book:The Whole World Over
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The Whole World Over

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Julia Glass
Julia Glass

Julia Glass is a renowned American novelist born on March 23, 1956. Her works are known for their profound character development and unique narrative style, which have won her a wide audience. more

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