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J, GOB [Monday afternoon]
If you were to put together a list of all the things that Rapunzel had not experienced in her tower, it would probably be longer than her hair, honestly.
But today, she had discovered one of the most important things that had been absent from her life up to this point: doughnuts.
It had taken her a good long while to pick something out, once she'd wandered into the bakery with Pascal on her shoulder and her sketchpad under her arm. And then, of course, she'd had to unstick her hair from the doorway, and then, once the staff was good and annoyed with her, she'd taken her time to pore over everything in the case until she finally picked out a brightly-sprinkled little circular cake.
"A doughnut, Pascal, look!" And now that she was seated at her table, she was trying to be good and sketch it quickly so she'd remember this wonderful treat before she actually ate any -- but then she cheated, because she wanted to make sure her drawing also effectively communicated how it tasted, and now she was at war with herself, sneaking little tastes as she carefully scribbled in an approximation of sprinkles. (They were the best part. Her life had really been so empty before she'd discovered sprinkles.)
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But today, she had discovered one of the most important things that had been absent from her life up to this point: doughnuts.
It had taken her a good long while to pick something out, once she'd wandered into the bakery with Pascal on her shoulder and her sketchpad under her arm. And then, of course, she'd had to unstick her hair from the doorway, and then, once the staff was good and annoyed with her, she'd taken her time to pore over everything in the case until she finally picked out a brightly-sprinkled little circular cake.
"A doughnut, Pascal, look!" And now that she was seated at her table, she was trying to be good and sketch it quickly so she'd remember this wonderful treat before she actually ate any -- but then she cheated, because she wanted to make sure her drawing also effectively communicated how it tasted, and now she was at war with herself, sneaking little tastes as she carefully scribbled in an approximation of sprinkles. (They were the best part. Her life had really been so empty before she'd discovered sprinkles.)
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