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I'm in my local fancy sandwich & cake shop, asking Tracey if she made the brownies she promised yesterday. Nope. I look along the counter. The only chocolate I can see is one fairy cake on a plate with a dozen pink ones around it. The pink ones are covered in glitter. I say, "Well, it seems there's one cake here with my name on it!"

Tracey hesitates and asks "So which one would that be, then?”