I see, you'll be my sugar cube, my teddy cub, the sweetness that shines with pure face, not a dice, not a gamble, yet always the real you, vulnerable and honest.
The sugar cube was as crystalline light as she held it aloft upon her palm, her hand arched, fingers quite safe, so that the horse could eat it with ease.
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