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The bell above the door jingled as the scent of cinnamon and fresh bread wrapped around them. "Morning. The usual?" "Please. And maybe one of those new almond croissants—if they’re as good as the rumors say." "Rumors? In this town, everything’s a rumor until it’s a scandal." "True. Though I’d settle for a decent pastry." "Coming right up. You hear about the flower shop closing?" "Old Mrs. Peabody finally retiring? About time. She’s been talking about it for twenty years." "Still, it’s the end of an era. What’ll we do without her gossip?" "Survive, I suppose. Like we did before the internet." "Speak for yourself. I thrive on drama." "Here you go. One coffee, one croissant, and a side of small-town tragedy." "Perfect. Though I was hoping for a little less tragedy today." "Sorry, that’s all we’ve got. Unless you count the fact that someone stole the tip jar yesterday." "Again?" "Again. Third time this month." "Maybe it’s a sign." "Or maybe it’s just this town."