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The aroma of fresh cinnamon rolls wafted through the cozy bakery on Maple Street, where sunlight filtered through lace curtains onto wooden counters dusted with flour. A bell tinkled as the door opened, and the morning hush broke with the shuffle of footsteps. "Morning! Those scones look divine today. Any with blueberries?" "Plenty. Fresh batch just out. Heard about old Mr. Hargrove's missing cat again? Third time this month." "Oh, poor Whiskers. You think it's that new neighbor with the fancy fence? Seems suspicious." "Could be. Or maybe it's tied to those odd footprints in the alley. Saw 'em myself last night—looked like boot marks, not paws." "Footprints? In our quiet little town? Next you'll say it's a cat burglar. Pass me two scones, will you?" "Here you go. And a coffee? On the house if you promise to keep an eye out." "Deal. But if it's a real mystery, we might need to rally the knitting club. They solved that pie theft last summer." Laughter echoed softly as the door chimed again, leaving the scent of intrigue mingling with baked goods in the warm air.