[The strudel is flaky and sweet; its crust just the right amount of crumbly and its filling perfectly balanced. The flavors melt in the mouth.
Adra, tired of floating there, takes a sitting position instead. One leg crossed over the other, open palms flat on his knees. Strange images and voices continue to linger on the edges of his vision. He scratches at the bite on his hand, unsure as yet of the connection, but certainly beginning to wonder.]
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Adra, tired of floating there, takes a sitting position instead. One leg crossed over the other, open palms flat on his knees. Strange images and voices continue to linger on the edges of his vision. He scratches at the bite on his hand, unsure as yet of the connection, but certainly beginning to wonder.]
Hope that helps.