I'm no cinnamon roll snob, won't catch me bragging left and right about my accomplishments that everyone's so jealous of and wish they'd attained in their own lives, being free to be me is my primary goal here, and always has been. Whether I'm making Giant cinnamon rolls or those infused with Vanilla pudding, I'm the last person you'll meet who'll spend their lifetime achieving in the workplace, I'm more of a sidelines girl, letting success splatter upon me from those knit close around me, while I simply feed them and enjoy the rest of my day, delighting.
Being a millionaire without even trying hard is kind of how my parents raised me, which is why going the buttermilk route and skipping all the drama associated with gym rats and wine party enthusiasts alike, fits me perfectly. I mean sure, one-hour caramel apple cinnamon rolls serve a purpose in society, a very valuable one I'd suppose if looking square at it and agreeing. Instead, I go where God puts me, standing there so strongly others miss what I'm seeing. It's all about bounty in my neck of the woods, with a few trials decorating the long run, which glitters in the mornings and shines a very undeniable shade of merciful gold.
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