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January 2, 2013
There was an undercurrent
that needed raising, before
the Sultana went out of her
mind.
All the dried fruit stored in the
cupboard, had disappeared
along with the sugar, which
of course, was refined.
She could hardly berate the
kind servants, as she knew the
Sultan with his sweet tooth,
would prove to be the culprit,
though he’d swear blind he
was telling the truth.
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