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âgod, youâre tellinâ me,â indy said, almost shovelling a whole piece of cake in her mouth. with working a booth and trying to enjoy herself, sheâd hardly had time to eat or think about the caloric consequences of the treat currently halfway in her mouth. âthis is so good,â she groaned, not to proud to look a mess in front of bee.
Bee couldnât help but smile at Indyâs fervor. She was a little more dainty in consuming her own funnel cake, not wanting to be a total embarrassment to herself. What looked endearing on Indy she was sure wouldnât look so much on her. âItâs definitely the best part of everything.â














