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The bell above the door jingled as the scent of cinnamon and warm 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 down?" "Old Mrs. Peabody finally retiring? About time. That place smelled like mothballs and regret." "She’s selling to that new couple from the city. They’re talking about turning it into a café." "Another one? We’ve already got three." "Four, if you count the diner’s coffee counter." "Still, more competition for you." "Oh, I’m not worried. People come here for the sourdough, not the ambiance." "Fair point. Though you could stand to update the wallpaper." "Says the person who still uses a flip phone." "Hey, it makes calls. That’s all I need." "Here you go. One black coffee, one almond croissant. On the house—consider it a bribe to keep you from complaining about my decor." "Deal. But only because this smells divine."