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The bell above the bakery door jingled as Clara arranged the morning’s offerings on the counter. A faint scent of cinnamon and fresh bread hung in the air. Across from her, Mr. Higgins leaned against the wooden beam, his eyes scanning the display case. “Still using that old recipe for the scones?” he asked, voice low but tinged with curiosity. Clara smiled, dusting flour from her hands. “It’s what my grandmother taught me. She said it was the secret to keeping folks coming back.” Mr. Higgins chuckled softly. “Well, she also insisted on using lard in the pie crusts. I still remember the look on your mother’s face when she tasted it.” She laughed, shaking her head. “She did say it made the pastry flakier. But times change, don’t they?” He nodded, glancing at the window where sunlight slanted across the floorboards. “Sometimes I think we hold onto things too tightly. Like recipes, or grudges.” Clara placed a warm scone on a paper plate. “Maybe some things are worth keeping anyway. Even if they’re a little…stale.” Mr. Higgins took the plate, his eyes softening. “You always knew how to make a point with a simple bite.” Outside, the morning crowd began to trickle in, drawn by the promise of warmth and comfort within the bakery’s walls.