It stared out the window, knowing its ultimate fate. Pretty and sweet, it was all done up for the special occasion. The cake enjoyed the attention it received before everyone sat down for dinner, but now... now it was all alone, left only to its thoughts of what the future holds. The glimmer of hope was in realizing that at least the top would be saved and kept safely frozen among peas and pizza, where it would be seen and thought of often, and maybe even live to see another year.
If cakes could talk, what would they say?
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