The shop was filled with the smell of baking bread. She enjoyed going in to buy just a small thing, a roll or a donut, just to smell the results of the baker. “You’re such a genius in your baking,” she would tell him, not realizing until later, the reason for his constant baking.
Baker, awake at 3 am, sliding trays in and out of the oven, the street is dark. Only a few cars slide by.
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The shop was filled with the smell of baking bread. She enjoyed going in to buy just a small thing, a roll or a donut, just to smell the results of the baker. “You’re such a genius in your baking,” she would tell him, not realizing until later, the reason for his constant baking.