The kernels come in a brown bag, small in size but strong with butter smell. Places within a microwave that even had a moving plate within. The machinery was dark in appearance, black in fact, however this device it was clean! upon setting a button marked "popcorn" we stood and waited for those divine explosions of kernels bursting forth to new life as popcorn soft and sweet. opening the door with a push of our fingers. hatch popping forth and then bid hello our fabled prize- illuminated in the appliances, nay! rather imaginations bright golden light. steam rising from the gilded bags corners- an incense lingering telling of the charms within.
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