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Marching across the ruthless, lifeless desert you feel the beating heat of the sun on your brow. The unfailing wind picks up sand like a toy and tosses it carelessly, blasting you with dust. In a funny way, it reminds you of the apple cinnamon roll from back home and, as you close your eyes, you can see the strong splashes and swipes of intense cinnamon flavor across the crumb cake dough. A chilling breath of relief hits you as you revel in the hidden touches of cool vanilla glimmering from the ice cream mixed inside and, as you nearly trip on a rock in the sand, you remember the crisp crunch of apple with a lively punch of flavor that catches you by surprise each time.