Chantilly Lace Comments

(this is first-person poetic fiction)

Recently I was visiting some old friends of mine who live in the country, and we were sitting around in the kitchen after lunch one fine summer afternoon when their teenage daughter returned home after a drive to town to visit some of her friends.
She sat down at the table and reached for a cookie, and she was looking so lovely and sweet that the grown-ups were all sitting there smiling at her while she ate it.
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