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-- Darling, there’s something I need to tell you.
-- What is it, darling?
-- I’ve been having an éclair at work.
-- I suppose I should have guessed. Is that why you never eat your sandwiches now?
-- After a cream-filled pastry at eleven o’clock, I just don’t feel hungry.
-- But those sandwiches ... I make them each morning from bread I bake specially!
-- I know.
-- Oh God! Does my loaf mean nothing to you?
(from Fondant Makes the Heart Grow Baser by Patti Serry)
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