Wordle #471

What was that scent? The elite’s entire vanguard made scrunched up strange faces too. 

There was a large serving platter of cornbread in the middle of the buffet! Glancing over at the chef, I watched his amused reaction.

“How could you, Pierre?” My accent thick, and my anger palpable. 

Smiling, he said calmly, “I’m on a personal journey, a power trip, I suppose.”  

I took a deep breath. “For the love of money, I swear I will send you to the moon! How dare you impact my chances with this crowd?”

I turned, a captive audience had gathered behind me.

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