The smells of freshly baked bread hit my nose as I walk into the bakery.French bread, Italian bread, wheat bread, white bread and so many others surround me as I walk to my place behind the register.Customers stream in and out buying the warm, soft bread. 1 by 1 the steaming loaves disappear into bags and stomachs. As I take my leave I slip a piece of warm bread into my mouth and the soft wheat dissolves in my mouth.
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