Today's OneWord: Roasted

We ate cherry pie first and roasted chicken later, drinking wine in between intervals of gorging and gluttony, smoking old cigarettes found in the attic by Timothy when he started scavenging for hidden treasures. It all tasted like resin and sap in the end - even the fruit seemed aged and trapped in blobs of amber in our mouths.

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