100 Words Dad's Advice
He ate slowly, his tongue savoring every flavor, his mind wandering through kitchens of delight with every morsel. This had to be heaven on earth. It was the culmination of thirty years of dreams to be there, experiencing the ambience of the room, the culinary wonders of so talented a chef. He reached for yet another dish and gently forked another culinary emotion to his lips, four chews and bursts of flavors incredible. His father had assured him. If he had to be executed in the morning, surely it would be more than foolish not to enjoy that last meal.
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