Damn Good Chocolate Bundt Cake

Normally, I’m like a fountain of stories, always spewing out some kind of strange tale of my own personal reality. But lately? I can’t think of a single thing. I’ve told all my good stories – the ones so far, anyway. And if I could predict into the future, I’d probably tell you the story of how I fell madly in love with a total hunk and we lived happily ever after in New York City.

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