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The bell above the bakery door gave a jingle as the morning rush settled. Sugar dusted the counter, fresh loaves cooled on the rack, and the display case fogged a little where the blueberry turnovers were still warm. "You came early." "I didn't want to miss the poppy-seed rolls." "They're already half gone, you know." "Half gone at seven? What do people do, run here?" "It's a small town. Running is half the exercise." "Fair enough. Is there one left for the road?" "There's always one left. That's the trick, isn't it? If you make just enough, nobody fights." "But we sold out yesterday by ten." "Yesterday was market day. Today is just Tuesday." "Still feels like yesterday to me. My inbox hasn't stopped buzzing." "Nothing important, I hope." "Just the flower club arguing about lilies again." "Let them argue. Peonies are superior anyway." "Don't start that war in here. Mrs. Alvarez will hear you." "Let her. She knows I'm right." "She knows you have terrible taste, more like." "One roll, please. And whatever is freshest." "For you? The oldest one in the back." "I knew I could count on you." "You always can. Same time tomorrow?" "Wouldn't miss it."