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The bell above the bakery door chimes, and the warm scent of fresh bread drifts across the counter. A wooden sign reads “Fresh From Oven” in cursive, and the glass cases showcase rows of golden croissants. The clock on the wall ticks lazily, marking the slow rhythm of the town. “Did you hear about the new rosemary‑apple pastry?” “It sounded promising.” “Maybe we should add it to the display tomorrow.” “I’ll move the stock and let people decide.” “But the classic cinnamon roll will stay put.” “Smart compromise.” “Did you see the new flour sacks?” “They arrived this morning, still dusty.” “Do you think the baker will let us try a crumb?” “He always saves one for the early risers.” “The cat on the counter often stares at the crusts.” “She might audition for mascot duty.” “Only if she purrs on cue.” “That’s a tall order.” “The town council meeting is tonight.” “They’ll talk about the mural on Willow Street.” “And the bakery’s role in the fundraiser?” “We’ll need extra pastries for the auction.” “I’ll bake jam tarts.” “Do you handle the coffee?” “He’ll finally sign the lease?” “He’s been hesitant, but the terms look fair.” “I hope so.” “The bakery’s been a cornerstone for thirty years.” “It would be a shame if it closed.” “Let’s hope the council votes in our favor.”