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- [Man] Wow.
- [Alice] That day I was tidying my stuff I found my old recipe book from when I was little. With my absolute taste I used to imagine the taste of things, even the taste of happiness. I had written the recipe in 62 steps. It was serious. For example, step 10: watch a sunset over Paris. Step 4: fall in love. Since I moved in Paris I had almost done everything, there were only three steps left. So today I thought I would finish my recipe and taste happiness. Step 58: enjoy an onion soup. At eight a.m. it's different from coffee. And then I remember why I didn't do this before. I don't really like onions. Step 45: read time on the Concorde piazza. Few people know this, but this place is a huge sundial. I found the numbers, but to tell the time I had to get higher. It was ten o'clock. I remembered why I didn't do this before, because I have vertigo. Step 18: taste all the different macarons that exist in Paris. I had some and then I remembered why I didn't do this before, because there are 12,000. After 20 I was completely full so, I called my friends. I had a surprise for them, a macaron dinner.
- [Alice] We had a good time. Each had his little technique to eat them. We laughed a lot. And as they were fighting over who had the most, I realized something. I realized that my recipe for happiness tasted even better when shared.