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The Heavenly Bakery by Bela
I was at a bakery it smelled like a relaxing smell I asked my mom to buy me an éclair she said okay. I saw it in my hand the texture of the bread it tasted heavenly. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. I heard the cash register go ding. It made me jump. Oh how the bakery was heaven. |