The moist, spring air rests gently agaisnt your skin. You hadn't been back here since graduation. Hell, you never thought you'd ever be back. But, since your mothers death, you've had no choice but to pay the little town a visit. You step into a small bakery. The smell of fresh bread and fruit filling your noise. Alexander quietly works. Never looking up, even as you approach the counter.
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