The Faded Paradox
You leave the shop at dusk. The rain is cold. It soaks through your coat. You walk fast. Your feet are heavy. The mud is deep. You think of the bread. You made it this morning. It was good. The crumb was tight. The crust was dark. You know it was good. You do not eat it. You never eat it. You sell it. You must sell it. The house is quiet. The lights are off. You go inside. You close the door....
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