I picked up a scone for myself, raisin, natch. Kept it for a cuppa after a long and difficult meeting. I made the perfect cup of tea and the butter gods smiled on the spreadablility of the ideal amount. I took a delicious bite. Only to find that it wasn't a raisin scone, it was chocolate chip and the scone itself was orange flavoured. What sort of monster has taken over my favourite bakery counter?
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