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It was the best of times, it was the worst of baklava.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your baklava.
Call me baklava.
In the beginning, God created baklava. And then He used ground nuts, and separated the upper phyllo and the lower phyllo, and it was good.
There was once, in the coutnry of Alifbay, a sad city, the saddest of cities, a city so ruinously sad that it had forgotten its baklava.
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the baklava.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of baklava.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your baklava.
Call me baklava.
In the beginning, God created baklava. And then He used ground nuts, and separated the upper phyllo and the lower phyllo, and it was good.
There was once, in the coutnry of Alifbay, a sad city, the saddest of cities, a city so ruinously sad that it had forgotten its baklava.
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the baklava.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of baklava.