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I miss the days. When cupcakes were just vanilla sponges with icing. Sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.   I miss the days. When I wore fake gold bangles and played pretend in our building’s abandoned stairwell for hours.   I miss the days. When I would go to sleep in Prague and wake up in Zurich.   When cupcakes could heal, gold was kept for … Continue reading 5/24