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They are aglow. Breathless. What do you love? she asks. I love Chinese food, he says. I know that, she says. He had no idea she was Chinese.

They are both sated, completely, but it’s never enough, and so when they spot the chocolate cake, they both lunge. They don’t want to share.

The cake shrinks. He watches it get smaller. She puts an arm around his waist. The last piece of cake is served. The thrill is gone, he says.