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| - Oh dear, me, Brick Street Bread. I'm worried about our relationship. You and I recently met, and I'm quite smitten. Smitten with all of your pastry offerings, delicious cookies, and various tarts. I do love me a solid butter tart. And, fancy breads, reasonably priced, all while supporting local business? I'm swooning.
However.
I'm afraid our weekend visits need to slow down. As much as I enjoy your wares, my waistline is rioting, and that, my dearest, is never good. I'll still love you though, just not as often.
See you tomorrow?
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