Most people think dates are just candy, another hit of sugar in a world already drowning in it. They’re wrong. What happens when you trade the chaos of late-night junk for three small, sticky bites is not loud or flashy. It’s subtle, unnerving, almost suspicious. Your gut loosens. Your mind softens. Your cravings whis… Continues…
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