The candies taste of milk turned to fudge, of cream and butter at once, with the faintest throb of turf, like a memory of some distant pasture.I used to pillage them from the bowl by the cash register at Chinese restaurants: little White Rabbits, pale chewy logs about an inch long, rolled in edible rice paper that vanished on the tongue.
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