I couldn’t help but think about him again. His dark circles. The exhaustion written in his every pore. It was no secret that Baxter’s bakery was down for repairs. Everyone in town had heard of it the day it had happened. Suddenly it went from “don’t forget to pick up your everyday bagels from Baker’s Bakery” to “poor Baxter, I wonder what he’s going to do now that he’s out of work.” Clearly, he’d made it work though. His massive kitchen had been full of all the appliances that had somehow survived the death of his bakery. It hadn’t been a tragedy that had ruined the rest of them, but the curse
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