In those VELVET days there was the promise MAJESTY.
Fluffy buttermilk PANCAKES, MAPLE syrup, grits, and
Scrambled eggs brimming.
Oh, how my taste buds screamed for more.
The fresh breakfast aroma LINGERED.
The sweetest FLAVOR of life.
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How my taste buds screamed for more! ! Nice work.