My dining adventure at the palace cafe rang true to the restaurants name, and I was the princess. Endless cascading overwhelming jolting emotions undoubtedly emitted and sent shivers up my spinal cord from the base of my rump to the beginning of my noggin at the very thought of the lamb chops (meat on bone from animal called lamb or ""sheep"") slowly glided toward my very being, carrying what I could only imagine was the most intimidatingly delicious meal of bodacious talent in the form of edible beauty. Dangerously delicious, the lamb chops I ordered made me ponder the possible theory that time is not eternal, and has paused to accommodate the precious time I had with my lamb chops in the palace. SWINGING FROM THE CHANDALEARS my heart sang hymnals of praise to the palace cafe. I return to the palace almost every eve of a beautiful day, each time timeless, priceless, and delicate. ?This is my home. I am the princess. Feed me, fill me, find fluttering fortresses of fluffy fascination forging onward.?- Me
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