TE15 Lithuanian Honey Cake

Danutė Kalinauskaitė ““On your way home, your honor, you might want to check to see if your dough is where you left it, mmmmwwwwahahahaha!” He pushed open the metal law court doors with his bony shoulders and departed into summer – always the starveling, puny thing, thought the judge, biting his lip, enviously watching him exit into the air, yellow like melted butter.”

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