I took a load of bread from my local bakery into work and within 2 hours it was gone. Apparently I love making rods for my back because now that people have gotten a taste for the finer things (fresh bread and French butter, the kind with hunks of salt dotted throughout) then they can't live without it. Guess I've turned into craft services once again, a role that is anathema to me but it keeps people on my side. I'll be at the bakery early again tomorrow morning. And probably the morning after that.
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