Delicious
I could never find anything to compare her to. I couldn't say she was like a flower, after all she was eternal, she didn't wilt and die out, ever gone. I couldn't compare her to a display of art because though her beauty was great like one, it didn't quite cover her personality. After all it's easy to tell what she's thinking. Then one day it hit me, when she was baking her usual rounds of sweets. What about a dessert? She smelled wonderful, she's sweet, she makes people happier, and, oh yeah, she looks as good as she tastes.
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A/n: yes Gin's pov,
great gods I'm a pervert! Lol
