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The bell above the bakery door jingled as warm cinnamon-scented air wrapped around the newcomer. "Morning! You’re here early." "Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d get the first batch of scones before they vanished again." "Smart move. Mrs. Peabody’s book club cleaned us out last week. Left nothing but crumbs and gossip." "Speaking of gossip… I heard the mayor’s porch swing went missing last night. Again." "Third time this month! Either someone’s collecting antique swings, or the Thompsons’ twins are up to no good." "Those two? I saw them at the diner last night, drowning their milkshakes in hot sauce. Hardly criminal masterminds." "True. Still, the mayor’s convinced it’s the work of a ‘notorious porch pirate.’" "Or he’s just avoiding admitting he forgot to bolt it down before the windstorm." "Now that sounds more like our mayor. Want a free sample of the new peach danish? Chef’s choice." "Twist my arm. But only if you promise not to tell my waistline." "Deal. But if your pants mysteriously go missing, blame the ‘notorious pastry pirate.’" "Now there’s a thief I wouldn’t mind crossing paths with."